C1182 Forced marriage

The smoke from the cooking rose up into the air, and a stream of smoke rose up from the farmyard.

As the pots and pans collided, the fragrance of the dishes and the fragrance of the porridge filled the air. At this moment, this small courtyard was like a happy and harmonious farmhouse. A mother was cooking for her family.

Xiong Yu stood in the middle of the courtyard