In the dim shed, Gu Jiuyao sat on the ground. Her red attire was strikingly dazzling, but her face was marred with countless wounds, fresh and bloody.,Back then, for the sake of the family, my mother gave up on her grandfather's efforts to find her a husband and foolishly married Zhao Yun who she had once rejected.,"Sister," Gu Qing's face broke into a faint smile, "You weren't curious about what I told Grandfather, were you I told him my world, and who knew he was such a fragile man, he just died of anger."。