Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the twenty years of Xuande, inside Su's residence.,A crisp click of unlocking echoed from outside, the door creaked open slowly, but the person who entered was unexpected to Su Qingyu.,For Cheng Ruijin, her family background was like a thorn embedded in her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance had not been in vain.。