"Song Wuxi, I will love you next winter." Ye Siyi used her last strength to bid farewell to Song Wuxi by recording.
He was afraid that Song Wuxi would be sad, but he was even more afraid that Song Wuxi would be hurt. Song Wuxi had paid too much for him, and it seemed that Song Wuxi had been busy from the first moment he saw him.
Song Wuxi was holding the gun in the corner and suddenly felt a depression in his heart, burning him like fire. He fell to his knees and knew that something had happened to Ye Siyi.
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One dream forgets the past life.
Two dreams give up love.
Three dreams transfer spirits.
[Ye Siyi, forget him]
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There was a sharp pain in his head, as if he had forgotten someone important?
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