My Substitute Bride:

The person behind me slept peacefully, the car lights were dim, but her complexion was as white as jade, with a rosy tinge on her lips, tempting to be captured. The mole beneath her eye, a black teardrop, was irresistible.,In City A, the Black-faced God of Death is a figure known to all. Those who fall into his hands are tortured beyond recognition...,She's not the eldest daughter of a wealthy family!。