After returning to her room, Milora felt like there was a thorn in her heart, making her uncomfortable.
She tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.
She got up, quickly put on her clothes, and made up her mind, saying, “I think I should thank her properly.
She fought with those two people… at least 70% of it was because of me.”
[Kicking them out was Deville’s doing, not yours.
Why should you care?]
“But in the end, she did help me.
Fair is fair.
If I want to become strong, I should handle things like a strong...
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