Stop this. Just stop it.

How many times do I have to say it?! I don't love you!

Glass shatters.

This doesn't need to be about love.

For me, it does. Get your ing hands off me!

, Xinling. Just listen.

I'm warning you... get away... get away from me! I ing hate you!

Glass shatters.

Everything will turn out just fine if you'll just—

Liar... Liar!

!

Screams drown out to the sound of a shotgun.

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It's never Sunday but I don't mind much.

There's probably nothing special on Sunday.