Gently thudding against the ground, the coffin came to a halt in front of Ye Hanjun.
He looked down and surveyed it. The topmost barrier of the coffin was relatively clear. Beyond this crystal barrier, the contours of the creature inside were faintly visible.
"How is this possible? How did you do it!"
In an instant, Ye Hanjun clenched his teeth, his eyes about to split with fury, murder boiling within him.
Black hair draped over his shoulders, and upon his porcelain-doll-like, delicately shaped face was a straight nose and petite lips, elegant as a blossoming flower.
How could he not recognize that face? From childhood innocence to mature steadiness, from naivety to composure—the daily life spent together, imprinted in his heart, was always the most precious and cherished memory.
—Ye Liuying!
Why was Ye Liuying sealed in a coffin with the serene expression of one who had died a peaceful death?
