The Divine Doctorapo

Today, you must consummate your marriage with smoke!,Nán Wǎn Yān's memories intertwined with the pain, intensifying to an unbearable degree. As her consciousness was fading, she heard a man sneer and utter his final words: —,Two little girls looked exactly alike. The girl on the wall had her hair in a bun and held onto the wall tightly, while the girl with two braids downstairs sobbed and said to her older sister, "Sister, I... I'm scared..."。