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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.,Just as Gu Chenye's fingertips were about to touch her skin on the neck, Yan Ji raised her chin slightly, dodging his hand: "What do you think"。