Late at night, the wind and snow were raging. The outside world was in silver, and everything was white in people's eyes.

Chu Xun stood by the window and gritted his teeth, tears streaming down his face.

In the yard, the door of Su Fan's room opened. He struggled to drag out the coffin he had prepared for himself in advance.

He bent down and panted heavily. It took him a long time to recover. He straightened his back and looked at Chu Xun's ...