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.,Gu Jiuyao laughed and stood up, her face flushed, arrogant and enchanting. Perhaps she didn't want these people to see the joke, even though she was almost about to fall, she still managed to stand strong in the firewood shed.,My grandfather was very kind to Gu Qing and her siblings. He treated them well until recently when he fell seriously ill and had to be hospitalized, making me have to take care of Gu Qing.。