Flower Moon and Snow

When I was dressing up as the cannon fodder princess in ancient sadistic novels, the coffin lid was being nailed shut. The original owner was buried alive by the prince because he contradicted Bai Yueguang. When I was about to die, I used a gold hairpin to cut open the palm of my hand, and the blood stained the mandarin duck embroidery inside the coffin. When I opened my eyes again, I saw the husband who poisoned me in my previous life standing beside the grave. He ordered in a cold voice: "Fill in the soil." I held the coffin and screamed out the origin of the old scar behind his ear. When the earth covered his head, he jumped into the pit like crazy. "Wanwan... Is it you?"