The Seventh Miss, Di

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.,This is an old wound, it was already healed, but the previous wound was too deep, even after healing the surface was very thin. After today's impact, it cracked again, oozing blood.,But seeing, the bedroom was deep, with a rosewood carved bed, and crimson sheets embroidered with mandarin ducks were spread down, one white slender arm emerged.。