Inside the Ice Coffin lay a man as beautiful as frost and snow.
His chiseled face was handsome beyond compare, framed by long, flawless, snow-white hair. With his eyes shut, his long lashes curled delicately upward. He had a straight, elegant nose and thin, rosy lips. He looked as if he were only sleeping, yet his beauty was so stunning it stole one's breath away.
Seeing him again, Sang Luo's breath still hitched at his beauty. She stood perfectly still, afraid to disturb his peaceful slumber.
She took a deep breath. Once she was mentally prepared, she carefully slid the lid of the coffin aside.
A countless amount of white, frigid mist billowed out.
Sang Luo was almost frozen solid.
She rubbed her arms and looked down. The man's devastatingly handsome face came into even clearer view. He was dressed in a white under-robe, his hands folded properly over his abdomen.
'I wonder what he was thinking when he made this decision before he died.'
