ready undone the clasp of Jin Xueyuan's collar with his hand outside.Her porcelain-like skin, as white as condensed milk, was exposed in the carriage. A faint fragrance wafted up, painting a silhouet...erations of their ancestors. Every single one, the dead ones will have their graves dug up and their bones scattered to the wind, the living men will be killed, and the women of marriageable age will...