On the stage was placed a crystal coffin, and in the crystal coffin lay a woman.
This woman was very beautiful, her long eyelashes resembling the wings of a butterfly as they delicately hung over her eyes, maintaining her stunning beauty even in sleep.
The woman was undressed, with a few lovely roses placed on her chest, and the most mysterious part of her body was covered with a lotus leaf...
The woman's skin was as delicate as white porcelain, radiating a glowing luster under the spotlights, like a piece of the finest jade, perfect without a single flaw.
Gu Qingxin looked up at the man still holding her. His eyes were fixed on the woman in the crystal coffin outside, not even blinking.
Gu Qingxin's heart sunk, like a stone being plummeted into the abyss, continuously falling without ever reaching the bottom.
