Mo Jia slowly raised his head and returned to his waveless gaze, scanning her, "She is not dead."
Huanhuan's face twitched faintly.
Not dead? Why are you sleeping in a coffin if you're not dead? It's performance art?
In an instant, Huanhuan suddenly realized. Could it be that he was obsessed with longing for her?
All her emotions were written on her face, and it was difficult to ignore them. Especially at this moment, she was looking at him with a pair of watery eyes filled with sympathy...
Mojia took a deep breath, then sat on the ground and stood beside the sarcophagus. His head hung slightly, and his long hair covered half of his face.
"What do you want to know?"
His plain tone was mixed with a little bit of aloofness.
Maybe three hours is a long time, maybe it's because being by the side of his beloved will make him feel relaxed. In short, saying such words is indeed unprecedented for Mojia.
Huanhuan hurried over, pursed her lips, and asked carefully, "Since she is not dead, how come she is sleeping in the coffin? Who...is she?"
His red eyes became dark, and his fingers slid over the black sarcophagus, lingering.
His hands were very beautiful, with even knuckles and fingers as slender as green onions, so noble that anything placed under his fingertips was a gorgeous work of art.
Su Huanhuan was actually fascinated by such a pair of hands.
"This sarcophagus is made of special materials. When sealed, it will form a vacuum state. In this state, it will produce a freezing effect without frostbite on her."
"She...is sick?" Huanhuan asked tentatively.
Mojia lowered his eyes and turned around, "Yeah."
It was so scary. No wonder she looked so peaceful and didn't look like a dead person at all. She had only seen freezing people in movies, but she didn't expect that she would actually encounter it!
I really didn't realize that Mo Jia also had such an affectionate side. While being moved, he actually started to worry about Zi Yin.
If she knew that Mojia already had someone else in mind, she would definitely be very sad.
Huan thought for a moment and then asked, "Then why put her here?" She looked around, and it was really indescribably scary and weird here.
"Because, I don't trust anyone here."
"Including your grandfather?"
Mojia smiled coldly, his voice extremely cold, "He is the one who wants her to die the most."
Looking into his eyes that suddenly became a little cruel, Huanhuan finally understood the reason why he made such a perverted iron door and placed his beloved on the third floor underground to protect his loved ones.
What kind of family relationship do he and Mo Tieyi have?
Suddenly, Huanhuan asked, "Do you believe me?"
Mo Jia raised his eyebrows, his gaze falling on her was slightly strange, but he did not answer the question.
Huanhuan smiled, "I'm honored."
Mo Jiabie began, not denying her determination.
"Are you going to keep waiting like this?"
To a lover in suspended animation?
"I will save her." Mojia said word for word, "Even if I find the most powerful doctors in the world, I will save her!"