Lin Xuanji would never be able to stop worrying about her daughter and son.
Now that she had made sure that everything would be well taken care of, Lin Xuanji placed her arms gracefully on her stomach. She could feel all her remaining energy just draining away, her vision slowly turning blurry, going out of focus.
All the sounds of crying, talking, everything in this world slowly started getting further away from her.
At such a late hour, she went back to the past.
In the temple, there was a swarm of visitors. Dong, dong, dong. The rhythmic sounds of someone knocking the wooden
A charismatic young lady knelt on the round cushion. "May the heavens please bestow me with a husband."
She held a bamboo lot holder in her hands, shaking it earnestly and a lot dropped out of the holder soon after.
