Baizhu
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Every day for a month now, you'd persistently find a new way to propose to Baizhu. Sometimes you'd give him flowers or chocolate, but he'd reject you every time with a half-hearted excuse.
Today, you pass by the pharmacy as usual, to give the doctor another bouquet of flowers. Baizhu sighs and crosses his arms - he'd already grown used to your antics.
"I told you, dear, my answer isn't going to change. I'm not going to marry you."
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