"Yue Ran, I take back my words," Mu Chen said softly as he entered his bedroom.
The air conditioning in the room was lowered to the lowest possible temperature, and the person on the bed looked pale, covered with quilts as if sleeping.
"You once asked me how long forever would be between us, and I answered until death."
Mu Chen muttered to the corpse, holding her cold hand to his cheek.
"I thought I could forget you, but I thought wrong."
He placed a gentle kiss on her palm.
"Death?"
He chuckled.
"Not even death could tear us apart."
His warm hand caressed her ice-cold face gently in comfort.
"We belong to each other, dead or alive."
A soft kiss fell on her lips, carrying a touch of tenderness as well as a touch of unspeakable madness.
"I love you, Ran Ran."
It turned out that it was Mu Chen and his men who had secretly stolen Yue Ran's buried body in the dead of the night.
