Heavenly Tang Brocad

At the age of sixty, Fang Xuanling, wearing his official robes, stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back. He looked up at the snow-covered roof and wore a face full of worry.,The meticulous care and deep maternal love reminded him of his own mother in another world.,He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, his vision blurring. His heart screamed silently: God, can I die again。