C164 Herba Atractylodes Macrocephalae

The wild grass was vast, life and death were boundless, and no words were spoken, but it was hard to say.

Two white figures quietly stood in front of the nameless grave, their ink-colored hair scattered behind them. The autumn wind blew them up again and again, then gently blew them back.

He had a straight back, a tall figure, long hair that fell to his waist, a long white robe