She was conflicted in her heart. She didn't want him to know her poison, and she didn't want to hear his possible sarcastic words... But she also hoped that he would know her poison, and maybe see him worry about her. In fact, as long as he can step into his room and come to him once, he can smell the smell of blood. But, no, not once... As I thought about it, more and more blood foam formed in my mouth. "Cough... Cough..." He immediately wiped it with a handkerchief, but as he wiped it, blood dripped from the corners of his lips.
What should I do... How long do I have to live? Qingxi, how many more days can I see you?
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