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.,This sword strike, carrying an overwhelming amount of hatred, was as if it wanted to rip out his black heart.。