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 gaze, as if the one standing before him wasn't his own flesh and blood, but an irreconcilable enemy.,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.。