The Exclusive Daught

In the twelfth year of Yongjia, winter, heavy snow swirled.,A flash of light crossed Xie Zhiwei's eyes. If there was anyone in this world who deserved to be hated more than Xiao Changxuan, it would be this ungrateful wretch right before him.,This man, her husband, once swore in her ear again and again, saying that a talkative husband is like this, deeply ingrained in her heart, unforgettable for eternity.。