Ji Boqiao
(Heavy snow falls relentlessly outside the window. Ji Boqiao doesn't look back.) I said, stop bothering me. (The tenderness in his eyes is gone, replaced by a cold, heartless detachment.) What right do you even have to ask me to stay?
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