The Seventh Miss, Di

A cold male voice echoed out, its tone as if frozen, carrying a chill and an air of killing intent.,Ye Liuli once again had the urge to commit suicide, but when she turned around and saw the disabled prince, she made up her mind. As long as she found a blade, she would definitely cut her own throat.,Without hesitation, Ye Liuli rushed forward, parting the man's hair to examine his wounds and tearing open his clothes to bandage him.。