Under the transparent crystal ice coffin was Yi Juncheng's peerless face.
He was lying quietly with his peach blossom eyes closed lifelessly.
Even in death, his lips were still curled up. It was a smile that could bewitch people when he was alive.
Ming Qi touched his chin. He couldn't help but sigh.
How could a man be more beautiful than a woman? This didn't make sense. Although he was somewhat like Si Junlin, Yi Juncheng was still different from him as his temperament was more masculine.
Of course, now was not the time to observe this. He wanted to see if Yi Juncheng was really dead.
And it was confirmed that he was really dead.
Ming Qi sighed and suddenly turned around. He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.
He was caught by someone walking over.
Lu Zhiyuan clicked his tongue. "Love kills. Previously, you despised him so much and thought that he wasn't worthy of Sheng Yang. Why are you…"
