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  Third Miss's Beautiful Love Song

  The weather is gradually warming up, probably because spring is approaching. The warm sunlight shines through the window and into the room, but the atmosphere inside remains quiet and solemn, as if even the sunlight can't dispel it.

  "I know she can't get your forgiveness, but I still hope you can spare her." The words were laced with desolation. Yin Xizhe closed his eyes and avoided eye contact. These days, he had thought a lot and finally decided to come find her to apologize for his foolish sister, even though he knew he couldn't get forgiveness.

  Xia Mo Li listened, first slightly stunned, then suddenly transformed into a faintly mocking smile, playing with her fingers and said: "Give me a reason why you should show mercy to her." Ah, why? She had given her several chances before, even at the expense of hurting her own sister.

  "Just spare my face, okay?" The tone was almost pleading. No matter how overboard she got, she was still his sister after all, even if they didn't share blood ties, but they did have a deep affection for each other. If she wanted revenge, he wouldn't intervene unless it went too far.

  "What about your face?" Xia Mengli hesitated for a moment, but then put on a cold expression. "Even if you're my friend, I won't allow anyone to hurt my sister. You mention face, so let me ask you, did she consider my face when she was hurting my sister?" She threw the burden back at Yin Xizhe and asked in return.

  Yin Xizhe was speechless, looking somewhat guilty. Ah, why should she care about his face? Indeed, he didn't have the qualifications. Thinking of this, the color of her eyes gradually dimmed.

  "I'm asking you, you like Yun'er, right?" Although it was a questioning sentence, she said it in a calm tone, as if narrating a fact, her expression without a ripple, quiet and enchanting.

  Yin Xizhe smiled wryly, hmph, was his love so obvious? But why couldn't that silly girl see it? Was her heart only filled with Qian Yu Xuan? And what about his own position? She must have disliked him.

  "Isn't the answer obvious?" Whenever he says this, he always feels a sense of heaviness. Emotions are indeed difficult to grasp. Is he still the same arrogant Yin Xizhe as before?

  Xia Moli picked up the coffee on the table and slowly savored it, not even looking at Yin Xizhe, because in her impression, Yin Xizhe was proud, not as sad and weak as he is now. Anyway, it's none of her business.

  "If you like her, then you shouldn't come to me for help, even if she is your sister." The last seven words were emphasized, each one striking at Yin Xizhe's heart.

  Seeing Yin Xizhe's sorrowful expression, as if he would shatter the next second, he couldn't bear to strike him again. He directly pointed out the key point of the topic and lightly said: "If you really want to plead for her, then you've chosen the wrong person."

  "If the object is her, I won't be able to say that sentence." Yoon Seok-cheol saw her emphasizing the point and also spoke out his own concerns. He didn't look like he was watching that person's sorrowful expression because the organ called 'heart' would hurt, very painful.

  "So you think I won't be sad?" After all, she went to heaven once because of this and almost didn't come back. Although it was specifically due to her illness, the injury from that time brought forward her death date.

  Yin Xizhe simply gazed quietly at Xia Moli, indeed, witches would also be sorrowful, let alone the fragile princess. However, he couldn't do anything now, because one was his sister, another was his beloved, and there was also his good friend...

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  These days may be interrupted because it's time for Chinese New Year. I'm not spending the holiday at home, but in the countryside...

  Seeking monthly tickets, seeking collection, seeking likes, seeking clicks, seeking comments, seeking rewards, seeking gifts, all kinds of seeking, whatever you want, just throw it over!

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