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 year, at his mother's memorial hall, Gu Yun swore publicly that he would never marry again in this life and would only have one son.,Gu Jiuyao's mind was buzzing, unable to hear any other sounds. Deep in her mind, there was only one voice, constantly echoing.。