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Time flies, and years pass like a shuttle.
Half a year later.
Beihai Country.
Sakura University.
The bitter cold winter has just passed. As early spring greets the new year, a touch of pale red plum blossoms adorn the green branches. In this season full of spring's vitality, the cold air carries a hint of warmth. Just two days ago, it had snowed heavily, and now, the snow on the ground hadn't completely melted. Many petite female students wore school uniforms styled as kimonos, while the arrogant male students wore sharp suits. They marched into the campus with the steps of a new spring, stepping on the constantly crunching snow.
As a newly appointed security guard, the young man had a head full of silver hair, whiter than it was six months ago, almost as if it had been dyed.
Even though there's a hint of warmth this winter, when the cold wind blows, it's still extremely cold for a true native of Yan Country.
