The Seventh Miss, Di

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.,This was Ye Liuli's first impression of him, but afterward, the ferocious fire scar on his face would shock her.,Ye Liuli Zhou is not only but also sweats, not knowing whether to rejoice or lament.。