Fu Xiyao came to the ice cellar. Ling limu was lying on the bed with his clothes closed.
Fu Xiyao went up and came to his side. She slowly reached out her small hand to caress his handsome and delicate face.
Her soft white fingertips slowly came to his straight eyebrows, high nose... she curled her lips, and her smile was soft and bright.
Ling limu, Ah, ling limu..
Fu Xiyao repeated his name in her heart. Then, she trembled, closed her eyes, and gently kissed him..
..
The next morning.
Everyone found that Fu Xiyao was gone. Fu Xiyao was not in the room, not in the villa, and no one could find her.
When everyone pushed open the ice cellar door, they found Fu Xiyao lying next to Ling limu with her clothes closed.
Fu Xiyao was no longer breathing.
There were no wounds on her body, so she passed away naturally.
She left with Ling Limu.
Fu Xiyao left peacefully with a smile on her lips.
