Bai Xiaoliu is dead. She died at the age of ninety-two. But she lived again, at the age of thirteen. She always thought that as long as she followed the path arranged by her aunt, she would be able to live her life happily. She didn't expect that life would play such a big joke on her. She was suddenly told that she was the daughter of her aunt, and that the young master from which family was chasing after her for no reason? Wouldn't you marry me? Still being banged against the wall? Reject! Didn't he save this ignorant young prince in the countryside? Bai Xiaoliu didn't want to mention how much he regretted meddling in other people's business. How to choose between such a complete preference and the peaceful and docile family in the previous life? It just seems like the wrong sedan was carried on my wedding day? Husband, are you a bit thick-skinned? . .
