The girl beside him was beautiful with delicate features. She was slender and graceful, with a single mole of vermilion between her brows. Her eyes were filled with tears, and her expression was one of pitiful helplessness. When she looked at Gu Jiuyao, there was a trace of timidity in her gaze, and she hid behind the middle-aged man.,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.,He raised his eyes, a crimson glint in them. Suddenly, he moved, a dagger appearing in his hand at some point. In Gu Qing's sharp cry, he plunged it towards Gu Yun.。