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Biluoyuan.

The days in winter are always shorter, the sun sets, and the moon creeps up on the branches.

The red sun rubs against the branches, and it is another new day.

The heater in the room was burning very vigorously. Song Xizhi drank a lot of hot soup just now, but now he was steamed by the heat in the room and felt a little hot.

He loosened his neckline, and a thin layer of red appeared on his pale face, reminiscent of red plums in the boundless snow, both bright and clear.

"Cough!!!" Song Xizhi bent down and couldn't stop coughing.

When the itching in his throat dissipated, the square handkerchief in his hand was already completely red.

The white plum blossoms in the yard were blooming alone, Song Xizhi suddenly smiled, and the smile was very lonely: "Next year's flowers will definitely bloom more beautifully."

Just don't live until then.

He stared at the countdown on the system panel - life remaining: 180 days.

Song Xizhi closed his eyes, his time is running out.

Double-pedicled lotus—grows from the same root and blooms two flowers.Live and die together.

Song Xizhi pondered, and said slowly: "Shuangdilian, it should be a metaphor for the relationship between me and Song Xialan."

If he wanted to break the situation, he had to attack Song Xialan.

It's just that in his first and second lives, he has already fully established his intimacy with Song Xialan and achieved the achievement of sisterly love.Why did Song Xialan turn back and stab at the last moment?

Song Xizhi frowned, puzzled.

So, how should he handle this relationship?

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