Once fate played a trick on her, she became an ancient tragic little lolita
Father doesn't love me, mother doesn't love me
The only grandmother is not biological yet
Ye Xian who survives in the cracks
I just wanted to marry as a commoner woman, in the fields of melons and plum trees
I had no choice but to fight, and then I got into another fight.
Let's see how the delicate hands stir up the wind and clouds