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The pristine white coffin suddenly came into view, a layer of yellow soil floating on top, stirring an impulse to reach out and brush it away...
And that's exactly what Mu Zisu did.
He reached out and swept away the yellow soil from the white coffin, then, touching the coffin lid, he bowed his head in silence...
Unbeknownst to them, the bright moon in the black night sky had disappeared without trace, and dawn was beginning to break. Mu Zixuan raised her hand to check her watch, exactly five o'clock...
"Yaoyao... It's still not too late to back out now..." Mu Zixuan said to Mu Zisu, who was silently touching the coffin lid, her voice deep.
Mu Zisu took a deep breath...
Finally, he uttered, "I will never regret it!"
Mu Ziqing, who had approached at some point, looked down at the impeccable white coffin in the pit and at Mu Zisu standing beside it, feeling complex emotions...
So it turned out... their seemingly omnipotent brother was also someone so persistent...
