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.,The sound of his voice sent a chill down Gu Nuan Nuan's spine. She grabbed her mother's already frigid hand.,Today in the capital, who doesn't know that Gu Jia has two sides One is adept at qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, as well as swordsmanship. The other enjoys eating, drinking, playing, and having fun.。