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Yang Se was lying on the bed. In fact, she had woken up a long time ago, or she had not slept well at all, let alone a deep sleep. She had been like this in the past few days. She stared at the suspended ceiling above her head, that extremely familiar yet slightly simple ceiling, and kept thinking about those few things in her mind, which had become the most disturbing things for her in recent days. She didn't know whether trouble was coming to her or because she was looking for trouble. Anyway, she always had some unsettling things in her mind. Before the previous set of things could be understood and sorted out, the latter set of things happened one after another. The whole brain has become a store, wholesale and retail are pouring in, and she has to accept them all, take care of them, and want to sort them out. Sometimes she also thought about why she had to keep her mind busy all day long. She should eat and sleep when she should, but she couldn't do it. As soon as she stopped for a moment, those things came back, trying to get into her mind. She had to free up space immediately to welcome them in.
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