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.,Poor families, unable to afford coffins, often wrap their deceased in straw mats or use a few pieces of wood as makeshift coffins. These are coincidentally yellow, hence the association of yellow coffins with the impoverished.,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.。