Ye Liuli lowered her head to look at her fiery red wedding dress, then glanced at the ancient and elegant buildings around her. For the first time in her life, she had a suicidal urge, "Transmigrating... could it be transmigration Damn it, I'm a staunch materialist and a successor of socialism! So many people want to transmigrate, don't let me transmigrate!",As Ye Liuli was preparing medicine for the disabled man, she heard voices coming from outside.,Under the crimson backdrop, her snow-white arms were tinged with a faint blush, inspiring endless fantasies.。