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By midday, there was still no sign of Luo Qing, nor any word of where he had gone.

Makoto couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

We went to bed just fine last night—so why did he suddenly vanish?

Still, Luo Qing disappearing without a word wasn't exactly new.

Shrugging it off, Makoto began preparing lunch with Rosalyne, making sure to include Luo Qing's portion. It wouldn't do to have him return to find no food and start whining like a child.

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