It's Still Her!
Ye Qianli's voice, which was as clear as the sound of gravel hitting the lake, was heard at this moment! He leisurely entered the arena, neither too fast nor too slow, with a natural calmness.
It sounded ...
Little Li-er! "
The moment Ye Batian looked up, he saw his little girl. She walked out of the sunset with a little one in her arms, but it didn't hurt her pride.
The wind blew past her light purple dress, as if it had lifted the noble peony's purple. It was elegant and beautiful! Everyone who saw it was momentarily dazed.
“..”The empress looked at her daughter quietly. She looked at her daughter, who had clearly faded away and was now delicate. She felt a sense of pride as if she had a daughter who had grown up! It was like the mellow wine that had entered her mouth, exploding in her heart.