There was no light or sound in the cave. The smoke of Baili walking in it, step by step, it was clear that the footsteps were very light, but only the echo of his own footsteps was around.

The sound hit his chest, making his heart beat faster, as if without his consciousness, only mechanically, step by step forward.

He walked for a long, long time.

Adapted to the darkness in the tomb, the coffin in front was looming in front of him.

His pace was getting slower.

He stared at the coffin, squinting in front of him, and he saw that she sat up from the inside, stretched her waist and climbed on the edge of the coffin with a smile and shouted at him: "I smoke, but I just slept, how do you grow old? Is that so? "

She was wearing that big red wedding dress, and she raised her tassels to look at him in one hand. Her voice was soft and soft, and her heart seemed to be soaked in water, but she had the urge to cry.

He stretched out his hand, subconsciously wanted to hug her, and wanted to respond with a smile, but he didn't have time to respond with his mouth open, and then blinked, his eyes were empty, except for the coffin.

Without her smile, without her figure, she sounded like she was still in her ears. Tears flowed from his eyes, but she wasn't in front of her.

Nothing at all.

He opened his mouth and whispered, "Hong Yan."

The trembling fingertips bounced several times before the lamps in the tomb lit up.

He was only a few steps away from the tomb.

But he stood still, but didn't dare to move forward.

"Hongyan." He murmured, his voice almost begging: "I'm here for you."

"You, you have been in retreat for so long, have you been okay?"

"Wu Tianyi is dead, urge the soul, have you been stripped?"

"Hongyan ..."

He had thousands of words, and he repeatedly spoken in his mouth, leaving only the word Hongyan.

He finally reached the front of the coffin.

He remembered that day when he hugged her in, she pulled around the coffin with a smile and asked him, "Do you want to come here once?"

His eyes were silky and his voice seemed to be ecstatic, but the obsessive he listened to just said, "The day you wake up, I, I will celebrate with you here."

He originally wanted to use this kind of thing to motivate her to break through the barrier.

He remembered, at that time she didn't respond, only a pair of Wuliangwuliang eyes looked at him and said, "You smoke, you look so good."

He used to be on the battlefield, and the thing he hated most was his face, so he would wear a mask whenever he went to battle.

However, after hearing what she said, his heart was so beautiful that he suddenly felt that his face was really good.

At least, she can keep thinking about it.

He put his hands on the lid of the coffin and slowly pushed it aside.

The lid of the coffin was heavy, and he stood outside for three days in the freezing cold, without much energy on his hands.

However, there is still a tone. As long as there is a tone, as long as his Hongyan is still in the coffin, he can push away.

As the lid of the coffin slowly opened, the people inside gradually appeared in his eyes.

Think of it countless times, countless countless times, countless days and nights of heart and heart to meet her again.

Even fearing that she would abandon her face when she woke up, he insisted on applying his face day after day and insisting on exercising so that the gap between him and her would not be widened.

Even if there is despair sometimes, every time he looks at the hidden door outside the grave, his despair becomes motivation again.

Be sure to wait for her to come out.

He told himself that if she came out one day and didn't see him, how sad she felt.