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ผู้เขียน: Dami Yan
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Chapter 13.

Axel stood outside Lena's apartment door for a full thirty seconds before finally gathering enough courage to knock. The sound echoed through the quiet hallway.

Immediately, he regretted it.

'What am I even doing here?' He knew exactly what he was doing here, he just hadn't figured out how to explain it.

The door swung open.

Lena peeked out, a loose strand of chestnut hair falling across her cheek. She wore an oversized gray sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled to her elbows, her glas
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