Mu Shangyi on the side lowered his eyes thoughtfully, and seemed to have some idea.

It's night, and there's no moon tonight.

The wind was cold, and as soon as it was dark, it began to snow.

In the Yongkang Courtyard, in the main hall and in the room, the high-grade smokeless silver charcoal burned crackling.

Simmering on the frail boy reclining on a soft couch in the room, the young man's eyes were blank, staring out of the half-open window, the snowflakes flickering under the faint candlelight.

Ay.

The boy sighed secretly.

At this time, he remembered the inexplicable question that Yun Qi asked him during the day.

If God had given him such a choice, what would he choose?

He thought about it seriously, and it turned out that he would really be more biased towards himself......

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