C42 Being Infatuated Does Not Mean Dying in Love

White was gradually emerging in the east, and the Gold Grave Marriage Red had reached its final stage.

Looking at the tombstone erected in front of the red tomb, Qingcheng was lying when she said that she wasn't moved.

The words "Tomb of the Marriage Red" were written crookedly on a piece of wood. The husband was made of gold.

Staring at her surroundings, Qingcheng nodded her head