The Seventh Miss, Di

After a cold war, Ye Liuli woke from her dream, only to be horrified to find herself truly sitting on the wedding bed.,The door, Ye Liuli slumped against it helplessly, her eyes wide open, her face as pale as death.,This is an old wound, it was already healed, but the previous wound was too deep, even after healing the surface was very thin. After today's impact, it cracked again, oozing blood.。