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.,With every word Gu Yun uttered, Gu Jiuyao felt as if a sword pierced her heart. Her already numb heart trembled violently once more.,So, how can one bear the burden for a seriously ill elderly person。