author:<p>Citrine<
state:serializing
brief introduction:
Xiao Ding was just a frail scholar, he couldn't withstand such a fatal blow to the neck. He first fell into a coma and then died on the cold hay in the stable.,"Uncle, this place still offers shelter from the wind and rain. It's not bad to have a place to sleep.",As the cold night wind blew, Xiao Quan shivered. This Qin Xiu, though magnificent, offered no warmth and was far less practical than a down jacket.。