For You, I'm Don't Mind Falling into the Demonic Dao!

The woman in the ancient coffin was dressed in a red wedding dress, her hands placed on her chest. She was extremely beautiful. Even though she was long dead, her skin was still as rosy as a living person's.

The perfect red wedding dress accentuated her exquisite figure. As the cold air from the ice coffin filled the air, it added to her elegance.

If one took a closer look, they would discover a fist-sized hole where the woman's heart was. The blood had already solidified.

"Yu'er, it's been 20 years. For 20 years, for countless days and nights, there was never a time Qianhan doesn't miss you!"

At that moment, Shi Qianhan was no longer as cold as before. His expression was exceedingly softened. He just bowed and reached out to gently caress the face of the woman in the coffin.

Tears poured down from the corner of his eye.

Pitter-patter…

Tears fell on the woman's forehead.