Yu Siqiao had never thought he would come to a place like this.
Looking around, endless whiteness covered everything.
Slumbering trees, flowers eternally preserved in ice, amidst this blanket of snow, added a semblance of deathlike vitality.
This feeling was strange; after Yu Siqiao glanced around, his gaze fell again on the icy steps.
More bizarre was that in this whole world, Yu Siqiao didn't feel the slightest bit cold.
He walked toward the Crystal bed, stepping one by one onto the crystalline ice steps, finally seeing the person lying on the Crystal bed.
Yu Siqiao trembled all over.
On the Crystal bed, the woman's brows were frosted, yet her complexion remained rosy, her lips full and alluring, her eyes tightly shut, outlining her exquisite features and face like a painting.
It's Mo Shu!
Yu Siqiao wanted to call her, but the words that reached his lips turned into: "Divine Queen..."
Instantly, it seemed as if many familiar memories had suddenly surged into his mind.
