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“You were my ideal type from head to toe.” Strong, poised, a successful adult in society. And, well, I was jealous of your looks too. Not your face, but your height and build. The face is nice to look at, but having it myself would be too much pressure. [...] “And when you loitered around near me, did you think I wouldn’t develop any affection?” [...] His damp hair, those golden eyes beneath it, still sparkled. It was not just his appearance but his entire presence that was beautiful. He was still someone I could call my ideal type, yet it was different from before.

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I glared at the white coat with narrowed eyes. Could that thing have high poison resistance? He’d probably expect me to use poison. His black gloves contrasted with the coat as they lightly swept through his faded hair. I briefly lost focus, watching as his hand brushed the hair falling messily over his forehead.

[SCTIR NOVEL SPOILERS chapter 513]

This one suddenly strikes at me like a kitty punch: