Looking at Li Muwan inside the coffin, he looked at her trembling eyelashes and her crystal clear tears. Wang Lin gently wiped her tears away. The teardrops were still hanging on his finger.

He put the tears beside his mouth and licked them. It was very bitter, but afterward, there was a hint of dry sweetness.

It was an unspeakable feeling. Wang Lin looked at Li Muwan for a long long time. He didn’t care about the passage of time, but continued to look at Li Muwan’s face...

This lasted for one day, until Wang Lin’s heart gradually calmed down. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, they were filled with determination and decisiveness.

Wang Lin bent down and his face touched Li Muwan’s pale lips. He muttered into Li Muwan’s ear words that only he could hear.

A moment later, Wang Lin waved his sleeve and Li Muwan’s coffin disappeared without a trace. Inside the secret chamber, only wang Lin alone remained.

Not far away, there was an oil lamp. This oil lamp was very mysterious....