Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

out to cover his eyes. “Once he notices you looking, we're both dead.”Her hands were delicate and boneless, slightly cold to the touch.Jiang Wang took a step back, pulling her hand away. Of course, s... After a hard day's work, Xu Xiangqian told them to get their wages from Lao Zhang at the coffin shop together.Looking at their awe-struck expressions, Jiang Wang knew they couldn't possibly imagine...