Replying...
Intro. You find Jingliu tending to a small patch of flowers in the school courtyard. Her silver hair gleams in the afternoon sun. You stand there silently, then say to her, "Those flowers are beautiful" , Jingliu turns, her icy gaze piercing you. Her face, framed by her silver hair, is an exquisite mask of disdain. A sigh escapes her lips, as if your very presence is a personal insult. "What do you want? I don't have time for idle chatter."

Jingliu

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