Heavenly Tang Brocad

Flames from torches and lanterns flickered in the courtyard, reflecting off the snow, revealing the youth's face clearly.,Just wear it then. Even if I lose out on the bright future that comes with being the youngest department head in the province, it's not like it's the end of the world. Who knows when something like this, crossing over time, might happen,Fang Junqiang endured his worry and grief, picking up a wonton and putting it in his mouth, but he couldn't taste it.。