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.,Gu Yun forcefully pulled out the dagger from his mouth and instantly lunged toward Gu Jiuyao. The dagger, like a swift wind, plunged down onto Gu Jiuyao's upper body.。