"What are you waiting for? Come over, Feng is just waiting for you here!" Ling Ran placed a hand on the crystal surface of the coffin, staring at the person inside as if they were the world's most cherished lover.
Li Qiyu's gaze fell on the coffin, as if a strange force was pushing her to move forward.
Only her and Bo Yeyuan's footsteps echoed in the vast, mirror-like main hall.
Through the crystal cover of the coffin, scarlet velvet could be seen lining inside. Beitang Feng was dressed in a crisp suit, looking extremely formal. His hands, gloved in black, were crossed over his chest like a gentleman. His bow tie was purple, and his chest was adorned with starlight, as if he wasn't dead but merely in a long sleep.
However, his face was unusually pale, without a trace of blood, and he was extremely thin...
In fact, before he died, Beitang Feng was already particularly thin.
"Have you seen clearly? Remember Feng's appearance well, don't forget it!"
