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(Humbly asking for some support...)
Without her voice, she had lost her value!
This belief had long taken deep root in Itsuyo Miku's heart!
On top of having already gone through such a painful experience once, losing her voice again made the despair and fear in Itsuyo Miku's heart even stronger than before. The thought that she might soon have to face humanity's betrayal once more drained every trace of color from her pretty face.
Please, give my voice back!
Itsuyo Miku had wanted to say those words more than once, but she had never been able to finish them. All she could do was keep her face pale, her eyes terrified, and clutch Wu Yan's clothes like a beggar pleading for alms, while broken, hoarse cries full of fear and supplication echoed through the air above the stage...
"Give... give... it... back..."
Lowering his head and looking at Itsuyo Miku, who was kneeling before him and begging bitterly, the anger Wu Yan had felt toward her willfulness, arrogance, and conceit gradually faded away on its own. All his emotions turned into a bitter smile...
Pitiful people must have something hateful about them. Itsuyo Miku truly embodied the truth of that saying to the fullest...
Crouching down so that his gaze met Itsuyo Miku's terrified, pleading eyes, Wu Yan no longer felt like lecturing her. Even his tone unconsciously softened.
"I don't mean you any harm. I only came to find you because of a few matters..."
Hearing Wu Yan's words, Itsuyo Miku did not relax. Her face was still filled with panic and pleading.
To Itsuyo Miku, Wu Yan's purpose did not matter at all. What mattered was her voice!
All she knew was that the man