An edict bestowed marriage.
A noble daughter with three strikes: no talent, no looks, no virtue.
A trash wangye – disfigured, disabled, seriously ill.
Everyone says: Perfect match!
Bridal veil down–she wore a shallow smile. Leisurely and calm. Having experienced life and death, she only wanted to lead a quiet life.
Going up to the wedding hall–he had a slight smile on his face; a heart...