"It's not like that!"

  She loudly refuted him, gave Mo Yichen a deep look with her beautiful and lovely appearance, which became even more enchanting in Mo Yichen's eyes.

  He couldn't help but laugh out loud again, his smile sexy and uninhibited.

  Qin Tianyue stomped her foot heavily on the inkstone, coldly snorting, "Open it if you're going to open it, do you think I'm afraid?"

  She walked forward, her eyes fixed on a conspicuous gemstone button on the coffin. She stretched out her hand and pressed the button, the gemstone button sank in, and only a dull sound was heard. The coffin slid forward, slowly revealing the scene inside.

  Qin Tianyue took a deep breath and walked forward, Mo Yishen following closely behind her.

  "This..."

  She stood there in shock, having mentally prepared herself, but still couldn't help being stunned at the scene before her eyes.

  Inside the coffin, a tall and handsome figure was tightly holding another slender figure. The faces of the two were beautiful and pretty, and after a thousand years of death, they still looked like they were sleeping. Upon closer inspection, their faces seemed to have a reddish glow.

  The man wore a purple dragon robe, with a jade crown holding back his hair. His forehead was smooth and clean, with eyebrows that looked like they were painted on with ink. His narrow eyes were closed, making it impossible to see their luster. Below his sharp eagle nose was a familiar thin lip. Even in death, he exuded an air of noble royalty. Overall, if those eyes were open, he would be almost identical to the man standing in front of her.

  The woman didn't have any luxurious clothes, a purple robe fluttered and swayed with the same color as the man's, her black hair scattered on both shoulders, there was no exquisite headdress on her head, only a simple camellia jade hairpin was inserted in her hair.

  She knew that this jade hairpin was given by Yingdi Yingshen, because there was once a painting of Yingdi giving Qin Shiming a jade hairpin in the mural.

  That's not the point, the key is that the person in front of me, Qin Shiming, is almost identical to her. If she were to wear Qin Shiming's clothes and have the same hairstyle as Qin Shiming, I'm afraid no one would be able to tell them apart.

  Their eyebrows and eyes are so similar, even the expression of closing their eyes is exactly the same. However, Qin Shiming, who was asleep, had a smile that burst out from the bottom of her heart, which she didn't have. She thought that perhaps Qin Shiming died happily too, because she died in the arms of the one she loved.

  Maybe a thousand years ago, she also told that person, no matter what, at least they were together, so there was nothing to regret.

  Perhaps at the moment of their death, their hands were tightly clasped together, just like they are now.

  What a shocking and earth-shaking love!

  Qin Tianyue didn't know that at this moment her tears had silently fallen.

  A slender finger gently wiped away the tears from her eyes, Qin Tianyue lifted her head and looked at Mo Yishen.

  "Don't cry!"

  His low and sexy voice sounded in her ear, as if it had a calming effect.

  "It's not worth crying for others, especially those who have nothing to do with you."

  He didn't like her crying for the person inside the coffin, neither man nor woman was allowed, even if that man was exactly the same as him, and even if they had a relationship in their previous lives, he still didn't like it.

  Never knew I had such a domineering side to myself.

  "Who says it has nothing to do with me? Maybe... maybe in my past life I was Qin Shiming?"

  Qin Tianyue retorted, Mo Yishen raised an eyebrow and smiled lowly, "If you are Qin Shiming, then I am Ying Shen."