Time and space seemed to have stopped at this moment.
Huanhuan looked at him, wanting to see more from those red eyes, but he took two steps forward and pushed open the ancient wooden door...
This is a closed stone room. It is very clean inside, and the stone slabs under the feet are spotless. Huan Huan followed Mo Jia in in surprise, and saw a dark stone coffin in the center at a glance. The surface of the coffin was extremely smooth, as if it was wrapped
A layer of pure black glass.
Except for this sarcophagus, there is nothing in the stone chamber.
She was so frightened that she shrank behind him, holding him tightly with both hands, and asked in a trembling voice, "Is this the tomb?!"
That guy designed such a perverted iron gate just for this tomb?
Mojia did not answer her, but walked towards the sarcophagus.
Standing in front of the sarcophagus, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Gently, he squatted down and stared lovingly through the transparent coffin lid.
Huanhuan swallowed her saliva, bravely looked over, and was stunned in place.
Lying in the sarcophagus was a beautiful woman with fair skin, red lips, and two rows of thick, curled eyelashes hanging from her closed eyes. Her long black hair was softly parted on both sides, and a long white skirt covered it.
Pointe.
She looked calm and peaceful, as if she was just asleep. If she hadn't been lying in this vacuum sarcophagus, no one would have believed that this was just a corpse that had lost its vitality. Looking at it, there was an illusion... It seemed that somewhere
It’s like I’ve seen her before…
Mojia stretched out his hand and traced the outline of her face with his fingers through the transparent coffin lid.
Eyes, nose, mouth...
Seeing his loving gaze, Huanhuan really suspected that she was dazzled. After confirming that she had seen it right, she was really shocked to the point of being completely bruised.
This guy has necrophilia?!
Huanhuan felt her scalp tingle, all the hairs on her body stood up, and her feet unconsciously moved out. When she turned her head, she was about to run, but found that the wooden door had been closed at some point.
Huan Huan is about to cry but has no tears, right? Could it be that it will take three hours for this door to be opened?!
After forcing herself to calm down, she turned around with difficulty and stood far away from him.
Mojia completely pretended that she didn't exist, his intoxicating eyes never left the woman in the sarcophagus for a moment. His silver hair spread out behind him, reflecting a soft halo against the dim light on the wall.
Silence filled the entire stone room, and various restless little factors also spread.
Huanhuan's feet felt a little numb as she stood, but she didn't see any reaction from the other party. She was heartbroken and cleared her throat to break the silence. Then, she quietly leaned over and asked carefully, "Um... who is she?"
Mojia still didn't respond. Just when Huanhuan was about to lose his patience, he suddenly spoke, "A woman I have loved for a long time."
Huan Huan was stunned. It was hard to imagine that such a sensational dialogue would come from the mouth of the cool and indifferent Mo Jia!
No, if the woman lying in the sarcophagus is the woman he loves deeply, then what about Zi Yin? Who does she matter?
When it came to her little cousin, Huanhuan couldn't keep calm. With a stern look on her face, she walked around the sarcophagus and faced him face to face. Her voice was rare and serious, and even had a hint of aggression, "No matter how much you love me,
She, she is already dead, the young lady is your happiness now!"