lt;lt;Waste Material

Li Qianzi's gaze lingered on the lavish wedding chamber, a torrent of unfamiliar memories surging through her mind like crashing waves.,Moments later, the door was flung open with a loud "bang" by Nan Gong Yu's forceful kick. A gust of cold wind swept in, ruffling Li Qian Zi's magnificent crimson wedding robe.,The young woman before me had a full head of jewels and vibrant rouge, possessing a perfect oval face that was fair. Her willow-like eyebrows and star-like eyes were beautiful, but her face was marred by black spots and pimples of varying sizes, making her appear as ugly as a ghost at first glance.。