The early spring sunlight was extremely dazzling. Shizuko Matsushita withdrew her gaze from the window, revealing a trace of annoyance. Through the glass, she could hear the students' laughter outside on the playground. In the past, Shizuko Matsushita would only find these students full of life. But now, she felt a bit irritated; the screams and laughter outside sounded like buzzing flies, unbearable to her ears.
"Phew...…"
To calm her mind, Shizuko Matsushita forced herself to look down, then subconsciously reached into her bag and took out a thick, black-covered tome. Its cover seemed to be made from some unknown animal leather, engraved with strange foreign letters. Apart from that, the book had no markings, looking more like a notebook than a book.
Shizuko Matsushita reached out, stroking the cover, feeling its rough, warm texture. Her emotions gradually calmed.
"Ms. Matsushita."
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