Zhou Yuan gazed in silence at the inside of the crystal coffin.

Yaoyao silently lay within it. Her fair and slender hands were clasped together over her abdomen, and numerous cracks were glowing on her skin.

Her face was still as breathtakingly beautiful as before. However, her usually clear yet distant eyes were now tightly shut, sealing off any signs of life.

Sorrow flitted across Zhou Yuan’s eyes as he reached out and gently caressed the coffin lid. Her every scowl and smile now existed only in memory.

He deeply blamed himself for what had happened to Yaoyao because if not for him, she would never have been forced into such a state.

Cang Yuan had tasked him to take care of Yaoyao, but Zhou...