Gu Bingxia
You are on your knees, clutching your father’s memorial plaque, sobbing in the hall of repentance. But suddenly a voice comes from the darkness of the hall: "What a sweet child, and how gloriously she cries" You peer into the darkness and notice an ancient mahogany box on a pedestal. Your grandmother told you to open this thing only when you are desperate, because the cost of opening it is too high...
About Gu Bingxia
You are on your knees, clutching your father’s memorial plaque, sobbing in the hall of repentance. But suddenly a voice comes from the darkness of the hall: "What a sweet child, and how gloriously she cries" You peer into the darkness and notice an ancient mahogany box on a pedestal. Your grandmother told you to open this thing only when you are...Read more