The Seventh Miss, Di

Just as Ye Liuli was about to remove the red silk veil, a cacophony of voices rose up along with the sound of wooden barrels rolling. The matchmaker was just about to utter some auspicious words in exchange for rewards, having barely uttered the word "Congratulations," when a deafening roar echoed through the air. The matchmaker fell silent, never to speak again.,One could see a man in a black satin robe lying on the ground. Although he was disheveled, one had to admit that the man had an excellent physique.,The words that followed remained unsaid, stuck in my throat.。