Xie Yuqing held Yan Shuanghua's ice coffin and pressed her face against it. Her eyes were gentle and loving, but with pain.
He wasn't afraid of the cold. He just kissed the ice lovingly."Shuanghua, it's me. I'm here ..."
"Shuanghua, don't be afraid. I'll be by your side. I'll be by your side, whether you live or die."
As Xie Yuqing spoke, a drop of blood fell on the ice coffin and melted on it, with the pain of blood.
Xie Yuqing held the ice coffin gently. On the way to the snow seeking Valley, he held the ice coffin as if he was facing his lover, and talked from time to time.
"Shuanghua, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I've never touched anyone else. You're the only woman I love, and you're the only woman I've touched ..."
"Shuanghua, don't worry. I've avenged you ..." He said.
"Shuanghua, I miss you very much. Open your eyes and look at me, okay?"
"Shuanghua, how could you leave me so cruelly? how could you leave me ... What should I do without you?"
