He couldn’t go to him, also couldn’t make a sound.
He could never chat together with Wen Mu Yan again.
Could only like this, secretly, silently, stand on the pavilion, from faraway, gazing lovingly at him.
His personal attendant asked him: “Your Majesty, will come again tomorrow?”
The young Monarch unable to shift his eyes from him, nodded his head slowly.
He wished that he could be like this for many years ahead.
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The Blind Concubine since then lived peacefully in that house.
He wasn’t aware for how long he had been living there. He only knew that the summer had passed. Autumn had gone by. The winter also had passed through. This was another beginning of the spring time in another year.
His face gradually regained the color of blood, his fingers also weren’t the same pale color as before.
He finally had some strength to live. Wanted to speak to someone. Or maybe held a little idle chat. However, there was only a dreadful stillness in the house.
There wasn’t the slightest bit of a human voice in the house.
He ever earnestly hoped, Xiao Bao and Yu Li could be together forever with him. Smelling the fragrance of the blossoming flowers. Listening to the sound of the insects. Basking in the sun during the day. At night, sitting under the starry sky. Randomly chatting about whatever. Staying together forever. Together for a very long long time in the future. Remaining as they were.