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.,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.,Even though Ye Liuli was clever, she didn't react immediately. The hand that was about to lift the red veil froze in mid-air.。