Although Zhiyun had a lucky mentality.
Although she was prepared.
But when she entered the dark room and saw the huge white ice coffin right in front of her, her body still shook violently and she was a little unsteady.
Louis grabbed her wrist and supported her, “You shouldn’t be afraid of him.”
Zhiyun withdrew her hand and walked towards the white ice coffin step by step.
She walked very slowly, her feet felt like they were filled with lead and she had difficulty taking every step.
To her, the time at this moment seemed as long as a century. When Zhiyun was finally about to approach the ice coffin, she hesitated, not knowing whether she should go over.
Lewis in the distance did not come over, but just stood there, quietly looking at her hesitant back.
He knew that she was afraid to accept this fact, but he also knew that she would always move forward.
Because what she wanted was the truth, and now the truth was right before her.
Just take a few steps forward and you will see the truth she wants.
Zhiyun stood there hesitating for a long time before finally taking that step and walking towards the ice coffin. When she stood in front of the white ice coffin and looked down, she saw the man lying in the ice coffin through the thick glass.
He was wearing a black robe and a silver mask...
At that moment, Zhiyun's face turned frighteningly pale. She stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the white ice coffin in front of her. Her fingertips were trembling, and she couldn't control the trembling no matter what.
Before she even touched the ice coffin, she immediately withdrew her hand, shook her head and said, "It's not him, this is not him, you lied to me..."
She turned to leave, but after taking a step, she stopped where she was.
Louis, who was in the distance, looked at her who was somewhat demented: "It's the person you want to see, the person you have been waiting for, Ali, it's him."
"No."
Zhiyun squatted down, holding her head and shaking her head: "No, no, it shouldn't be like this. Han Qing told him to wait for me. How could he be lying in a cold ice coffin? The person in here is not him, no..."
Louis walked towards Zhiyun.
Looking at her squatting on the ground, unable to believe what was happening, he helped her up with a distressed look on his face. "A-Li, the person you're looking for has been lying in this ice coffin for a long time."
"It's not him, I said it's not him!" Zhiyun couldn't accept this fact. She couldn't accept it, she really couldn't accept it, so she didn't admit that this was true.
She pushed Lewis away with all her strength, pushed him far away, and didn’t let him get close to her: “You are lying to me, you and the boss’s wife are lying to me, right? You are lying to me, I won’t believe it.”
After she pushed Louis away, she walked straight forward.
Although she looks calm, she is a little crazy because she is looking for the truth.
But when she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and looked at the woman coming in, "Boss lady..."
"Little girl." The proprietress, wrapped in a fox coat, walked in step by step.
Just then, Zhiyun came out and the proprietress called out "little girl" again.
She likes to call everyone "little girl" and rarely uses their real name.
Zhiyun was determined to go out when the proprietress's voice came over: "Are you unwilling to believe all this? Or is it simply because you can't accept this fact? Are you afraid, or timid?"
Are you scared? Yes, I am.
Timid? Timid.
Zhiyun stood there, motionless, with an extremely calm expression.
She has her own judgment...
But her judgment had been burned to ashes by the raging fire in reality...
"Accept it, little girl. Accept the fact you saw. He paid the price of his own life to give you hope of life. I believe he wanted you to live a good life in this world instead of constantly torturing yourself."
The proprietress's voice was neither loud nor soft, and every word reached Zhiyun's ears clearly.
Her reaction was extremely calm, and she spoke slowly: "Han Qing asked him what he loved about me. He would rather sacrifice his own life to protect me... So what did he love about me..."
Who knows.
I'm afraid only Han Qing can let him know why he loves Zhiyun.
Zhiyun turned around and walked back to the ice coffin step by step.
Her hands covered the lid of the ice coffin, wanting to open it. She wanted to hug him, even if it was just for a moment.
But no matter how hard she hit, the lid of the ice coffin did not move at all and could not be opened.
Zhiyun asked Louis beside her for help, "Let me see him, okay? I want to see him, I beg you to help me..."
She seldom begged others with such a humble attitude and words.
Louis felt a pang of pain in his heart and helped her open the lid of the ice coffin.
It was a mechanism. When the button of the mechanism was pressed, the lid of the ice coffin slowly moved and opened completely.
The man in the ice coffin had no frost on his mask. His hands and neck were covered with a thin layer of frost, and his black holy robe was also covered with white frost.
Zhiyun reached out for the mask on his face.
She removed the silver mask from his face.
The moment I saw his face—
'Snap'
A tear fell on his black robe.
That tear condensed into an ice bead at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then came the second tear, the third tear, the fourth tear, all of which condensed into ice beads...
Zhiyun's tears were like broken strings, she couldn't stop them and kept falling.
Her hands were trembling slightly, and the silver mask in her hand fell back into the ice coffin and landed on his black holy robe.
Zhiyun lay on the ice coffin, the cold air hit her face, but she could not feel it at all.
She wiped away her tears, and her expression returned to normal in an instant, as if the person crying like a child just now was not her.
"Do you think that if you do this, I will be grateful to you? Will I love you? I won't! I, Zhiyun, was born proud. I don't love anyone. Even if you did all this for me, I still won't love you. Do you hear me, Han Qingrang?"
"So get up and teach me, a heartless person, how to love you."
"If you don't teach me, I won't love you..."
"Han Qingrang..."
Between the color of the moon and the color of snow, he is the third most beautiful person in the world, the fourth is rare, and the fifth is indispensable...
how so……
How could it be...
The proprietress slowly walked over to Zhiyun and said, "I haven't brought you to see him because I was worried about your condition. If you cheer up a little, he will feel at ease when he leaves."
"He hasn't left me, and he won't leave," Zhiyun said calmly. "I will stay with him until he wakes up. I know he will be fine. I want me to be the first person he sees when he wakes up. He must also hope that I will be the first person he sees when he wakes up."
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