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Ji Xia leaned against the window, her gaze, somewhat dim due to the rain-streaked glass, fixed on the doorway.,Over the past two years, they had only met a handful of times. And each time, in his arms was another person.,Ji Xia's current work is quite strange, halfway through, awkwardly hanging on her shoulder, and the one with the bow just hangs there in the air.。