Ye Lingxuan raised his head and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, reciting a sour poem: "Enter my lovesickness door, knowing that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness, long memories, short lovesickness, endless."
"Can I speak human language?" Li Xiaoxiao gritted his teeth.
"Lovesickness breaks my heart."
"If you want to die, go and no one will stop you."
Ye Lingxuan felt wronged, and Li Xiaoxiao vomited blood.
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