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.,That year, at his mother's memorial hall, Gu Yun swore publicly that he would never marry again in this life and would only have one son.,This sword strike, carrying an overwhelming amount of hatred, was as if it wanted to rip out his black heart.。