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.,Gu Nuan Nuan hurriedly got up, warily eyeing the approaching enemy. She took small, quick steps backward, retreating as fast as she could.,Everyone envied their mother for getting a husband, but they never considered that their father was guarding the concubine as if she were precious.。