And in the middle, a child under ten raised his smudged face. The features of the child, like those of a New Year's picture doll, uttered a dreamlike question.,Gu Nuan warmed her hands and feet, crawled up step by step, walked to Gu Wu's face, looked up, looking at the man who was once as tall as a mountain in her heart, the man who gave her safety, the man who allowed her to live carefree, why, became an executioner!,It was still that mechanical voice, but I heard a deep undercurrent of reluctance in it.。