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[Even if Inigo did mean it with more concern, Fang Duobing would never take the implication as anything but Li Lianhua's problem. The sheer level of self-confidence encased in him obliterates any other possibility. He himself is perfect, but he'll always wait outside Li Lianhua's door with a fist full of Get Well Soon balloons for whatever demons are plaguing him.]

Right? I'm a great friend, but he gets so stubborn about it, saying there are better uses of my time. Can't a man decide what's worthwhile on his own? If I say my time is best spent next to him, then it is and that's that.