Chun Liang took back his hand and clenched it, put it on his chest and looked at the ice coffin silently.

Fang Chi saw that he didn't speak, so he could only carefully stretch out a finger and touch the corner of the ice coffin, and was mentally prepared to deal with emergencies, but he didn't feel it at all after poking it.

He glanced at the man next to him suspiciously, why did he react so much, but he didn't have anything.

Thinking of this, in order to confirm that she slowly put both hands on it again, except for feeling a warm feeling that was not there, there was no other special feeling.

Maybe it's because of this fragment of memory that I recognize the owner and don't let others touch it? She thought so, her hands straining, trying to lift the coffin board for it.

The person lying in here is most likely a fragment of her memory.

And Chunliang, who was immersed in his own world at this moment, came back to his senses and looked at her with a surprised face, the ice coffin had been exposed by her two fingers-wide gap, and it was constantly smoking outside.

Seeing this, he straightened the corners of his clothes in a little panic, skimmed the broken hair on his chest behind him, and his hands were nervous and didn't know where to put them, as if he was about to meet a girl with his lover.

Fang Chi, who was pushing the coffin board, the ice and snow that had just formed on her eyelashes were slowly melting, and the cold air coming out of the ice coffin was like heat to her, making her stiff limbs gradually rejuvenate, and her teeth were no longer so cold that her teeth chattered.

The coffin board was also lighter than expected, but with a slight force it slid down the coffin, and the coffin board that broke away from the ice coffin instantly melted after touching the ground, turning into a pool of transparent liquid emitting white smoke.

However, at this time, the two people next to the ice coffin looked intently at the person lying in the coffin, and there was no extra focus on the dissolved coffin board.

The woman had an absolutely unforgettable face, with thin angular lips and slightly downward corners, a straight nose, curved willow leaves, and slightly heroic eyebrows.

She lay there, covered only with a layer of snow-white tulle, her thin arms and calves exposed, her skin so white that it was almost transparent, and such a slender body had a heroic face, which made people wonder what kind of person she was when she was alive, and these two diametrically opposed temperaments could exist in the same person.

The countless fine ice picks that pierced her body made the blood-red flowers bloom on the snow-white light veil, with a shattered and desolate beauty.

Who is she? Is it a fragment of your own memory?

Fang Chi looked at the dense ice picks on her body, and had the feeling that he was lying there, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Just as she was thinking about how to confirm whether this person was or not, the man next to her suddenly let out a suppressed sob.

Why did he cry when he was so good?

Fang Chi had never seen a man cry like this, watching him bite his lower lip and make bursts of sobbing, he was a little at a loss for a while.

Should she be comforted? Or pretend not to see it? After all, a man's self-esteem can sometimes show up in unexpected places.

And looking at his eyes, this reaction should be closely related to the woman in the ice coffin, does his memory fragment still have anything to do with him?

For a while, all kinds of outrageous ideas came to mind one after another, what love is not allowed, yin and yang are separated, in short, there is no happy ending.

"Little Water ......"

Chunliang, who had been suppressed for a long time, approached the ice coffin, stretched out a hand to caress the woman's cheek, but he didn't know what he was worried about.

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