The Seventh Miss, Di

Ye Liuli seemed to have had a dream, dreaming that she was wearing a fiery red wedding dress and marrying someone at the altar. Book Interest Building () Mobile Terminal,Just as Ye Liuli was about to remove the red silk veil, a cacophony of voices rose up along with the sound of wooden barrels rolling. The matchmaker was just about to utter some auspicious words in exchange for rewards, having barely uttered the word "Congratulations," when a deafening roar echoed through the air. The matchmaker fell silent, never to speak again.,The hairpin came loose, and the neat bun was pulled down with it, tearing at her scalp until it hurt.。