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Maybe he just came home from work.

My forehead immediately wrinkled.

"Ronald! Didn't I tell you to take that dog away from me? My allergies might get triggered again.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. He apologizes.

Come here and get these. Eat first.

You've been reading since the morning. Aren't you hungry? Your day off is always spent with books and coffee.

Maybe sooner or later, coffee will be flowing through your body instead of blood.

Look at you. Didn't you just come back from the hospital? If you don't get soaked at work, you're drowning in reading. "

I'm not yet hungry, but thank you for your concern. I'm perfectly fine, and mind you, I only sipped a cappuccino. That's just one.

"You're exaggerating things."

He tied the end of the rope to the door knob and laughed as he handed over the tray.

I picked it up and put the books I was reading aside before placing the tray with only food on the table.

I uttered, "Thank you."

Smiling, he approached me and pulled me in for a tight hug. I automatically smiled and reciprocated his hug.

"You should rest your eyes, Aya." Didn't your doctor say that your head hurts because you often slog through books? Take my advice, okay? After that book, "then the rest first, okay?" It's a long litany.

"Listen to me," he added.

I just nodded and stopped arguing.

"All right," I replied.

I'll get going. "I'll just take my dog out for a walk," he said.

He messed up my hair for a while before going out with his dog, obviously eager to walk outside with his boss.

Despite my reluctance, I just followed what my older brother said.

After eating, I put the books back on the shelf that I would have finished by tonight. It was the last book I was returning to the container when I looked at the clock hanging on the wall.

It's two thirty already.

I just sighed. I didn't realize that I had spent so much time reading a few books.

It was only three o'clock in the morning when I woke up to start reading.

I forgot when I had just returned from the hospital.

When all the books I was supposed to read were put back on the shelf, I put away what I had eaten. I'll just take it to the kitchen to wash.

But before I could even take a step away from the shelf where I put the last book I was reading, a piece of paper fell from nowhere. I shrugged it off and picked it up quickly. I no longer had to rely on helpers to clean and pick it up. I can do it.

I don't know on which shelf it was stuck, but I still picked it up to put it in the right place.

At least on a certain shelf or table.

I scratched the paper first before looking at what was written. There was none on the other side, so I flipped it to see if there was something important written.

I frowned as I gradually realized what role I was holding. My eyes widened when I let go of it and backed away in shock. Some books fell because I collided with the shelf. Then I was hit in the face, so my eyebrows bled.

I was shaking at that part and was still shocked to see my own blood.

"W-what the hell?" I stammered.