"Mo'er, no, you promised me that you would stay with me forever."
Mu Yunxuan held Su Zimo's hand tightly in her heart and wouldn't let go.
Su Zimo's eyes were filled with confusion. She could hardly hold on any longer. She really couldn't hold on any longer.
"Yunxuan, I'm sorry, I really can't hold it anymore."
"Yunxuan, I'm sorry, I really can't hold it anymore." Mu Yunxuan was suddenly startled!
He thought he was hallucinating, but the ethereal voice was still surrounding his ears until now.
He just heard Mo'er's voice, he really heard it.
Mu Yunxuan was extremely excited.
"Mo'er, I can hear your voice."
Su Zimo raised her heavy eyelids slightly, could she hear her voice? very nice!
"Yunxuan, I'm sorry, I'm really tired!" After Su Zimo finished speaking, she felt that the power in her body was slowly draining away, and her body gradually became transparent. Su Zimo watched her changes helplessly, Both helpless and frightened!
She is really going to disappear.
Suddenly I felt that the hand in my palm was slowly disappearing.
"Mo'er, Mo'er."
Mu Yunxuan watched helplessly as the Rosemary Wings flew into the crystal coffin.
"Ah!" Mu Yunxuan screamed and knelt down in front of the crystal coffin in despair.
"Mo'er, no, you can't fall asleep like this. You said you like to see the snow, how can you fall asleep without taking a look? If you don't look at it, you will have to wait until next year..."
Mu Yunxuan burst into tears, but Su Zimo's words of "I'm sorry, I'm really tired" still lingered in his mind.
In the Shenchi Cave, only Mu Yunxuan's painful cries were left.
Qing Feng outside heard Mu Yunxuan's pain and quickly walked in to take a look.
It was very painful to see Mu Yunxuan sitting next to the crystal coffin.
He suddenly looked at Su Zimo in the crystal coffin, could it be that Madam...
Qing Feng couldn't imagine that Madam was the life of the Holy Lord!
"Holy Lord."
Qing Feng squatted down. In his eyes, the Holy Lord had never been so fragile as at this moment.
There is no greater sadness than heartbreak. Seeing the Holy Lord at this moment, Qing Feng suddenly thought of these words in his heart.
"Holy Lord." Qing Feng called out again, but Mu Yunxuan, who was in so much pain, didn't respond at all.
Qing Feng became anxious now. He quickly stood up and walked out of the cave.
He was afraid that something might happen to the Holy Master, so he had to tell the Young Master about this matter.
Qing Feng left the cave and headed towards Mingyue Villa.
In the cold winter, there are gusts of cold wind, biting chill, and heavy snow falling from the sky, covering the mountains and roofs, turning the sky and the earth into white. At a glance, everything is covered with silver and carved with ice.
Mu Yunxuan sat there for half an hour. It was not until Su Yue rushed back that his body, which was like an ice sculpture in the cold winter, moved slightly.
"Dad, what's wrong with mother?" Su Yue asked as soon as he entered the cave. Seeing his father's appearance, he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.
Mu Yunxuan moved his stiff hand and suddenly took Su Yue's little hand.
"Oak..." Before Mu Yunxuan finished speaking, tears could not stop flowing out.
He quickly rolled his sore throat and said, "Yue'er, your mother said she is very tired!"
Su Yue's heart instantly sank to the bottom.
He squatted down quickly, the immense pain draining all the strength from his body.
He looked at Mu Yunxuan with a smile, and the crystal clear tears couldn't stop rolling down, "Dad, if mother is tired, we will let mother sleep for a while. Dad, you have to believe in mother, she can't bear to leave us. Yes, really, she will definitely come back."