Three years ago, in a daze.

However, when Amu came to Liuzhen, he felt endless intimacy without any resistance. The snow outside the town was slightly cold, and his heart was quite warm.

Three years passed by, and Amu has been in the ancient Wang family house.

In the early morning, two rounds of sunrise. The morning glow comes towards each other.

This is another ordinary day in Liu Town. Liu Town wakes up from the night.

In the front yard of the Wang family, there were various tools for making coffins. Many wood, paint, etc. were piled up by the wall. The whole yard emitted the fragrance of snow.

Wearing a gray robe, Amu had already sat on the stone bench and started making coffins. The wood flowers that were removed fell one after another. Amu's face was full of persistence and a hint of greenness.

Time passes, and maybe everything will really return to the origin. At this time, it is like the distant afternoon when the King of Zhennan asked for a coffin.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong"

The knock on the door may startle many dreams. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!