Mochi’s pulse quickened as she lowered the phone, Elena’s warning echoing sharply in her ears. Noah. It had to be Noah. And that girl—the girl who’d clung to him that night at the KTV, the one who looked disturbingly similar to herself. Her name eluded Mochi, though her face remained vividly clear, the memory laced with bitter jealousy.


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