| classification:xianxia |
| author:bite fire |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2024-08-29 17:35:18) |
In this chilly spring, the wind on the river is as sharp as a knife. The mountains disappear in ten thousand hues, like withered graves.,At this moment, neither of them spoke, their eyes fixed on the white lacquer coffin in the pit.,According to folk customs, the color of coffins is divided into five kinds: red, white, black, and gold.。