The Seventh Miss, Di

Then came the sound of hurried footsteps, and suddenly the room was silent except for the stifled breath of the one who had arrived.,The people kneeling outside looked at each other in astonishment. This...was it possible,"The King, of course, is good. It's just that he's tired," her voice was soft, but crisp like a yellow oriole singing, tender and gentle, "Since the King is asleep, let's discuss anything else tomorrow."。