Word after word, sentence after sentence, it seemed as if the little one was about to lose their composure. Their tiny hands, stained crimson, clutched at their mouth, gasping for breath. Each question, however, brought a pang of sorrow to the listener and welled up tears in their eyes.,"Father, I am your son…" A sigh escaped his lips, softly echoing in the air. It was unclear whether it was a reminder of the bond between him and Gu Wu, or if it was a lament for himself.,Father Gu Wǔ was kind to himself but harsh to his half-sister, Gu Xiangyàn. He thought it was because he loved him more, but it turned out he was cultivating her talents.。