Sure enough, the man in white was looking at her.

Because he was so close at this time, Le Sang finally saw his face clearly.

The fine long hair covered his smooth forehead and hung down to the thick and long eyelashes. The pair of black eyes under the eyelashes were so dazzling that it seemed that he could see through the past and present life.

The white clothes he wore for mourning made him look a little sickly pale, but he always showed a noble and elegant temperament.

His expression was dull, but his black eyes were as deep as sea water. He held a feather fan in his hand, which was as white as jade, and was quietly placed on his waist. The snow-white color was almost mixed with his white clothes, making it difficult for people to notice.

The aura exuding from his body is somewhat complex, like a mixture of various temperaments, but in that indifferent and mysterious mixture, there is also his own unique ethereal and handsome look.

A flash of surprise flashed in Le Sang's eyes, he was such a young man.

There is no doubt that his appearance is comparable to that of first-rate beauties like Dongfang Liyuan and Ling Xuehan, and his ethereal temperament is the most valuable.

Somehow, he just stood there, and when you looked at him, you felt like you were seeing a god.

The indescribable aura about him makes people... surrender and fall easily.

By the way, fallen...

Le Sang was startled suddenly, thought of something, and quickly turned away to stare into his eyes.

As soon as she turned away, her mind suddenly cleared.

All her thoughts just now disappeared. When she took another look at the man in white, he was just an ordinary mourner. His appearance was not much different from that of Dongfang Liyuan, and his age was similar. How could she suddenly think of surrender and fall?

Frowning slightly, Le Sang looked at the man in white and his eyes became wary.

The identity of this person is very extraordinary.

"It would be too honorable to die..." Le Sang was still thinking about the identity of the man in white, but Yun Guan's sigh suddenly interrupted her thoughts.

Fengling City is so big, and the family of the deceased was actually able to make everyone stay away for the funeral. The young lady in the coffin died with such dignity.

value, true value.

"There's something wrong with your eyes." Unexpectedly, Chu Yun immediately rebutted him rudely.

Yun Guan was slightly startled and looked at him in confusion.

Why is there something wrong with his eyes?

Isn't it a great honor to have people all over the city avoid mourning this young lady in the streets?

"The person in the coffin is not dead." Chu Yun rolled his eyes at him and then looked at Le Sang.

Seeing that Le Sang's face was completely calm, he had no need to explain.

The princess is not as uneducated as Yun Guan.

As soon as Yun Guan heard what Chu Yun said, he immediately looked at the ice coffin again.

But at this moment, the mourning procession has gone far away, and the people in the ice coffin can no longer be seen clearly.

The whole face was twisted into a ball. Yun Guan asked incomprehensibly: "Is he really not dead?"

How could this happen? They were already lying in the coffin. Even if they were not dead before entering the coffin, they would have suffocated to death in the airtight crystal coffin.

"Of course he's not dead! You guys are really rude." At this time, at a table not far from theirs, an old man with a white beard finally couldn't help but take over.

Upon hearing this, the three of them immediately looked at him.
Chapter completed!