The Seventh Miss, Di

Ye Liuli lowered her head to look at her fiery red wedding dress, then glanced at the ancient and elegant buildings around her. For the first time in her life, she had a suicidal urge, "Transmigrating... could it be transmigration Damn it, I'm a staunch materialist and a successor of socialism! So many people want to transmigrate, don't let me transmigrate!",Ye Liu opened the cabinet door and saw many items for children inside. It seemed to be prepared for the bride.,"Get out of my way, or your princess will die." Gu Lanxi had finally lost her patience.。