The Seventh Miss, Di

The hairpin came loose, and the neat bun was pulled down with it, tearing at her scalp until it hurt.,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.,This voice, Ye Liuli heard it clearly, was the head of the guards.。