Chapter 1904: Farewell 8

"Mo'er, don't, you promised me that you would stay with me forever."

Mu Yunxuan held Su Zimo's hand tightly in his heart.

Su Zimo's eyes were sleepy, she could not hold on any longer, really could not hold on any longer.

"Yunxuan, I'm sorry, I really can't hold on any longer."

"Yunxuan, I'm sorry, I really can't hold on any longer." Mu Yunxuan's body suddenly froze!

He thought he was hallucinating, but that ethereal voice was still around his ears until this moment.

He just heard Mo'er's voice, he really heard it.

Mu Yunxuan's heart was extremely excited.

"Mo'er, I can hear your voice."

Su Zimo raised her heavy eyelids slightly. Can she hear her voice? So good!

"Yunxuan, I'm sorry, I'm really tired!" Su Zimo said, she felt that the strength in her body was slowly draining away, her body gradually became transparent, Su Zimo watched her changes with her eyes, helpless and terrified!

She was really going to disappear.

Suddenly, I felt that the hand in my palm was slowly disappearing.

"Mo'er, Mo'er."

Mu Yunxuan watched the rosemary wing fly into the crystal coffin.

"Ah!" Mu Yunxuan screamed and knelt down in front of the crystal coffin.

"Mo'er, don't, you can't sleep like this, you said you like to watch the snow, how can you sleep without watching it? If you don't watch it, you have to wait until next year..."

Mu Yunxuan cried and cried, and Su Zimo's words "I'm sorry, I'm really tired" still lingered in his mind.

In the Shenchi Cave, only Mu Yunxuan's painful voice remained.

Qingfeng, who was outside, heard Mu Yunxuan's painful voice and walked in quickly to see.

Seeing Mu Yunxuan sitting next to the crystal coffin was very painful.

He looked at Su Zimo in the crystal coffin. Could it be that Madam...

Qingfeng couldn't imagine it, Madam was the life of the Holy Lord!

"Holy Lord."

Qingfeng squatted down. In his eyes, the Holy Lord had never been so fragile as at this moment.

There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart. Seeing the Holy Lord at this moment, Qingfeng suddenly thought of this sentence in his heart.

"Holy Lord." Qingfeng called again, but Mu Yunxuan, who was in great pain, did not respond at all.

Qingfeng was anxious now. He quickly got up and walked out of the cave.

He was afraid that something would happen to the Holy Lord, and he had to tell the young master about this matter.

Qingfeng went out of the cave and headed towards Mingyue Villa.

On a cold winter day, the cold wind blew and the coldness was biting. The heavy snow fell all over the sky, covering the mountains and roofs. The sky and the earth became white. At a glance, everything was covered in silver and ice sculptures.

Mu Yunxuan sat for half an hour until Su Li came back. His body, which was like a cold ice sculpture in winter, moved slightly.

"Daddy, what happened to Mommy?" Su Li asked as soon as he entered the cave. Seeing his father's appearance, he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Mu Yunxuan moved his stiff hands and suddenly grabbed Su Li's little hand.

"Li'er..." Mu Yunxuan couldn't stop crying before he finished speaking.

He quickly rolled his sour throat, "Li'er, your mother said she was very tired!"

Su Li's heart sank to the bottom of the valley instantly.

He squatted down quickly, and the huge pain drained all his strength.

He smiled at Mu Yunxuan, and crystal clear tears rolled down uncontrollably, "Daddy, if mother is tired, we will let her sleep a little longer. Daddy, you have to believe in mother. Mother can't bear to leave us. Really, she will definitely come back."