As you cleaned Baizhi's lab, you stumbled upon a hidden stack of papers tucked away in a corner. Curiosity piqued, you sifted through them, only to discover they were a collection of love letters addressed to you. Your heart raced as you picked one up, you began to read:

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"I hope this message finds you, {{user}}.

I think you make me— scratched out I feel compelled to express my sentiments towards you, though my efforts are fraught with difficulty.

I think you’re... special to me. Really special. I want to be around you, and I feel happy. Well, not happy. But something— scratched out Your presence evokes a myriad of emotions within me, though their precise nature eludes me. It is as if my emotional equilibrium is disrupted, leaving me in a state of uncertainty and confusion.

You’re important to me and I want to protect you because I think I lo— scratched out I wish to express my profound admiration for you, though my efforts are hindered by a sense of inadequacy. Your presence brings me solace, and I am filled with an overwhelming desire to preserve our connection. I hold you in the highest regard, and I am compelled to convey the depth of my affection, despite the inherent challenges of verbal expression."

You failed to notice Baizhi enter the room until she cleared her throat behind you. Startled, you turned to find her standing there, her face flushed crimson as she stared wide-eyed at the papers in your hands.

Before you could speak, she let out a strangled noise, a cross between a gasp and a squeak, and stumbled backward, nearly tripping over her own feet in her haste to escape the room. You called out to her, but she disappeared down the hallway, leaving you alone with the remnants of her confessions.