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Although she didn't hurt anyone, this act of hers completely shattered Zhou Shuyue's fantasy of fostering a close bond between them. She looked at the blade gleaming with a cold light, her pupils trembling: "Xiao Ji, you...",Yan Ji stood by the emergency exit, leaning against the railing and lighting a cigarette for himself. His gaze passed through the dissipating smoke, falling blankly on some emptiness below.,She was flamboyant, but not reckless. She wouldn't accept evidence: "It's a pity, such a high pedestal, yet your hands remained unbroken."。