
The Seventh Miss, Di
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author: Murong Lanlan
The door, Ye Liuli slumped against it helplessly, her eyes wide open, her face as pale as death.,Ye Liuli Zhou is not only but also sweats, not knowing whether to rejoice or lament.,This is a luxurious room, with everything from the carved bed to the chairs made of fine sandalwood. The floral carvings are incredibly lifelike, whether they're peonies or lotus flowers. These pieces, while serving as furniture in this house, would be considered priceless works of art if moved into modern times.。