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!",When holding the medicine box, Ye Liu almost cried. Whether it was thanking the Virgin Mary or Guanyin Bodhisattva, at this moment, all she wanted to do was express her gratitude.,As Ye Liuli was preparing medicine for the disabled man, she heard voices coming from outside.。