If Gongsun Xing had not known for certain that only the two of them were here, that single glance over his shoulder would have been enough to make him scream.
Yue Mingxuan tried several times, but he simply did not have the strength to force it open.
Gongsun Xing hurried over and pressed a hand down on his shoulder.
"What are you doing?"
Yue Mingxuan gritted his teeth and kept pushing.
His palms were red from the effort and a patch of skin had been scraped raw against the coffin wood.
Fine threads of blood were visible, but he had no time to fuss over it and paid it no mind.
"Opening the coffin. What do you think I'm doing, exercising?" Yue Mingxuan shot back, his words squeezed out between clenched teeth.
Gongsun Xing felt that no matter how much courage a person possessed, it would never be enough if they stayed by Yue Mingxuan's side.
At this rate, he was bound to be scared out of his wits at least once a day.
He patted his chest to steady himself.
