Three months, ninety days, the timing is so coincidental, as if there was a pre-arrangement of the gods, and as if it was an agreement, in the budgeted time, every day is full of unexplained suspense, until they are sent into this mysterious ice cave.

Xiao Xuanhan's heart trembled violently.

She remembered the place called Xiugu Pavilion in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, just on the edge of the water, between the green mountains and clear waters, when she was a girl, she could read willfully, tired, and danced with her father's bronze sword, the sword was very heavy, rolling up and down on her delicate hands, and the sword qi raised flew like a butterfly. She remembered that her father would sit on a bench and watch her for a long time, recalling the shadow of her deceased mother from her.

She remembered the handsome boy who always snuck in, smiling awkwardly, and she was in the best mood of the day.

They danced with swords, but he was not a samurai, but a scholar. His clothes were always filled with books, and in the gurgling flow of the river, what he wanted to get close to the most, in addition to the beauty in front of him, and then there were yellowed albums.

She remembered their wedding night, the beauty of the bride in the light, he was completely stunned, standing stupidly in front of the marriage bed, not daring to touch her at all, it was she who took the initiative to stand up and hold her husband in her arms. Five years of married life were full of sweetness, but also bitterness and displacement. But she loves him, the thrilling love of love, and the duty of love without hesitation.

Xiao Xuanhan silently walked into the ice cave, his son was babbling, and when he saw him staggering over, the mirror-smooth ice couldn't fall him, as if he was born with a strange relationship with the ice.

Xiao Xuanhan hugged his son tightly, he was a descendant of the Ou family, and the descendants of the Ou family were so extraordinary, like a trembling flame in an ice cave jumping up and down, like a restless heartbeat. She Xiao Xuanhan couldn't stop her husband's actions, just as she couldn't stop the dance of the flames.

Xiao Xuanhan came to the stove with his son in his arms, the fire inside was a divine iron, a wooden ladder was put on the furnace wall, the handle was already polished, and her husband didn't know how many times he had to climb up and down a day, and he was always disappointed every time he went up, and he was full of confidence every time he came down.

Ninety days have passed, and there are still a few more ninety days, looking at her husband's increasingly haggard face, Xiao Xuan's heart was as cold as a knife, but she couldn't help anything.

Well, now that the twin swords have turned into dragons, I have known it for a long time, but I have never thought about it, and what I can do for my husband is right in front of me.

Xiao Xuanhan's eyes moistened.

In the next few days, Xiao Xuanhan showed her love for her husband and her concern for her son, she was preparing everything she could, several people's clothes were torn, she sewed stitches and threads, all the daily necessities were neatly packed, and repeatedly told Mr. Yan Hua where to put things, until she thought that there was nothing more to explain, she began to clean herself, find the best clothes and dresses to wash, the hot spring in the ice cave made her restore her former beauty, this beauty is now ignored by her husband, his whole mind is on the stove, he didn't even like to look at himself for a long time as before, his eyes are shining, affectionate.

On the hundredth day, Shentie still didn't move.

Ou Xuzi was exhausted, he sat in front of the stove for a long time, his eyes were in a daze, his mouth was silently muttering, and he had already begun to go mad.

Xiao Xuanhan began to implement his plan. This plan is very cruel, can not let the husband observe the slightest flaw, after careful preparation, this night, Xiao Xuanhan washed himself, fed his son, watched him fall asleep, and then gently snuggled in her husband's arms, Ou Xuzi did not react, he was tired, his eyes were closed, but his body was constantly trembling, and his wife's delicate skin could no longer arouse his passion.

Xiao Xuanhan cried, tears streaming down his face.

She kissed her husband, the originally handsome face became sallow, the originally smooth skin became rough, and the originally healthy and powerful body became thin, Xiao Xuanhan smiled, smiled very reluctantly, but very happy, to be able to do the last thing for her husband, she could clearly feel that her heart was beating happily, dedicated** Stuffed with every pore of her body, before the grand and cruel plan was about to begin, she was going to give all her love to the person she loved the most, even though he had fallen asleep and was unconscious.

The sky is about to dawn, Mr. Yan Hua and Brother Renci are about to wake up, time is running out, Xiao Xuanhan kissed his son Xiao Fusheng warmly, and silently blessed in his heart:" Son, son, my dear son, Mommy is leaving, going to a far, far away place, that place is very hot and hot, Mommy will be very painful, but just a moment, Mommy's soul will fly to the sky, Mom will be waiting for your dad in a very beautiful place, and of course you, we will be together eventually, Mommy is gone, my good son......"

Xiao Xuanhan slowly stood up, took one last look at her husband and son, and turned to walk towards the stove.