She was very close to him and could clearly see the white shirt on his chest soaked in blood.

The wound is open.

But he walked step by step towards the gate of the mansion, with steady steps.

Her heart was as if she was shattered, and she wanted to help him, but she reached out to her hand, but she grabbed the empty space again.

I could only watch him step out of the door and his figure disappeared.

...

Then, the scene changed.

Her eyes are certain.

This time, the environment has changed.

It's like a mourning hall set up in a funeral home.

That's right.

It's her mourning hall.

She saw her large black and white portrait on the wall.

I smiled brightly on the portrait.

It seems that she took a photo when she was eighteen years old when she was in college.

At that time, she must have thought that this photo would become her own photo.

Under the portrait, a transparent ice coffin is placed.

Fu Nanting's tall and thin body lay on the coffin, unable to see his face, and I don't know if he was awake or asleep.

The exposed half of the jaw is covered with blue stubble.

The originally strong and strong Yingkui body was shaped and stood firm, leaving only a skeleton, as if it could fall down when the wind blew.

Obviously, I have been here for many days.

She closed her breath, walked over a few steps, and saw herself lying in the ice coffin.

The girl was wearing a red dress, her long black hair was as smooth as washing, hanging on both sides of her shoulders, her skin was white, and her pink cheeks showed a beautiful blush under the body beautician's sage, her face was picturesque, her facial features were vivid and lifelike.

Not like a dead person at all.

It seemed like I was just asleep.

The ice coffin was plugged with electricity, and white mist overflowed at the four corners of the interior, maintaining the temperature below zero degrees in the coffin.

It is probably the case that she can temporarily maintain her body without rotting for the time being.

In the past life, at this time, my brother was imprisoned and my mother was facing the loss of a daughter and her son. She probably had a mental breakdown...

It turned out that her funeral was handled by him after returning to China.

It turned out that he always knew what colors and styles of clothes she liked.

When she set out on the road, he also dressed up for her according to her wishes.

And next to her coffin, there is a small coffin.

Almost one-quarter of the coffin of a normal adult.

Without looking, she also knew who was lying inside, and her heart was beating even more intensely.

It's a small milk cake.

Unexpectedly, he also found Xiao Miangao's body and buried it with him.

She couldn't bear to see the life that died prematurely, so she closed her eyes and clenched her pink fist.

Let the tears roll in my eyes and continue to swallow them hard.

He could only calm down and open his eyes again.

She walked to the man lying on the ice coffin and stretched out her hand.

When the fingertips touch the contour lines of a man’s shoulders and neck, it is like transparent air, blending with his body.

Even though I knew I couldn't touch him, I still slid down his neck inch by inch.

He squatted down again, wrapped his arms around his neck, and hugged him in vain.

He leaned in his ear and whispered: "I'm here. I'm sorry..."

Sorry, she didn't know that he had a deep affection for her until her death in her previous life.

It made him sad.

She could completely imagine the pain in his heart at this moment.

It’s a pity that these few dreams of his previous lives were all the bystanders who were foggy. She could not control the living "entity" of her dreams, or the state she was not seen by others.

He can't see himself.

Otherwise, she really wanted to hug him and comfort him.

I want him to cheer up and live a good life after he dies.
Chapter completed!