Emberbird Bones

Forced possession, morbid abuse + arrogance and joy that would rather break than bend + the BE of burning together = abuse to the point of liver pain. Many years later, someone discovered an ice coffin in the ruins of another courtyard. The woman in the coffin was dressed in red, and her eyebrows were still cold. Next to him lay a withered skeleton, holding a golden hairpin tightly in his hand. The wind blows, the pear blossoms are flying, and it seems that I can still hear the angry shout of the girl in silver armor: "A poor man from a poor family is worthy of blocking my girl's way?" After all, it was a wrong payment, a lifetime of madness, a handful of loess, and two bones.