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.,A golden coffin, naturally, is something only noble kings and aristocrats could afford;,Perhaps because the body was moved, the neckline of the corpse's burial robe was a little open. Chen Pi, who was supporting the corpse, unintentionally saw the faint white flesh inside the collar with her trembling hands. Her eyes went wide.。