Breaking free from Mo Huan's hand, Bo Jinghan approached the huge ice coffin in three steps and two steps at a time. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and pressed against the cold crystal wall.
The cold breath spread into her palms through the transparent wall, along every inch of skin, every inch of flesh and blood, bones, meridians, and blood vessels under the skin, conveying the coldness to the depths of her heart.
It froze her skin and blood inch by inch, making her feel like she was in a trance.
Cold, so cold...
But it was such coldness that made her collapse, and at that moment, she finally showed signs of coming back.
She lay on the wall that was so cold that it could almost freeze a living person, staring intently at the two women who seemed to be sleeping in an ice coffin. Her impression of her grandmother only existed when she returned to
After leaving the Bo family, I saw those portraits and photos, but the impression I had on my mother was so deep and heavy.
She won't admit her mistake, absolutely not!
She could say with certainty that in the ice coffin, the woman who seemed to be just sleeping, with a pale face, but every inch was so perfect and delicate, as if she was God's most proud work, was her mother. But she could not be convinced.
I believe that that old pervert Edwards has the ability to restore a woman who should have turned into a handful of ashes to her original appearance.
However, this fact was before her eyes and she had to believe it.
That kind of feeling is so complicated that it's beyond words.
Belief and disbelief were like a pair of little demons, waving each other's tridents and fighting with each other in her heart. Her thoughts fell into chaos again.
Her head hurt so much that she wanted to hit her head directly on the ice coffin.
But when her eyes passed over the slight smile raised at the corner of Edwards's mouth, she was startled by the ferocity hidden deep in the smile. It was in this trance that something suddenly flashed through her mind.
A flash of light: "This is fake! It must be fake!"
"I heard that Cynthia's master is a boy that the Mo family is proud of. That boy's ability to appraise treasures is top-notch. Didn't he teach you, sweetheart, the basics of distinguishing between real and fake? Why, is it that Cynthia's skills are already superb?
Well, just by looking at it like this, you can confirm that my collection must be fake?!"
Edwards said it confidently.
The look on his face was also very calm.
It seems that the "treasure" he calls for identification is really just something that belongs to him, not...
"Mr. Edwards, perhaps I should remind you that what you are doing is——"
"Is it illegal? Haha, Miss Mo, although you are not of the Mo family's blood, I heard that the old boy from the Mo family and the boys from the Mo family are very good to you and treat you as a biological daughter and protect you as a biological sister. In this way
Come on, I think even if you don’t have any knowledge, you will at least have some common sense, right?”
Old man Edwards looked at the insignificant Mo Huan with a half-smile, and gently poked the smooth ground with the end of his cane, "Tell me about the law...Happy sweetheart, are you doing this at a time like this?"
, Don’t you think it’s a little funny to talk to me about the Fa in such an occasion?”
As for them, the law is just a toy under authority, and they don't care at all!
On the other hand, Mo Huan, from the time she entered this mansion until now, her performance has been remarkable. While he focused on Bo Jinghan, he also didn't forget to pay attention to this little guy. He kept thinking in his heart: Interesting, interesting!
