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.,The frail and delicate female corpse looked unexpectedly heavy. Chen Pi failed to lift it for the first time, tumbling backward and nearly landing headfirst into the coffin.,The little boy was so nervous his heart was in his throat, but by the time he reached out, it was too late. The wild cat had nimbly leaped into the white coffin and jumped onto the corpse.。