Xia Weibao returned to the room silently, somewhat absent-minded.
Before today, she hated Long Xuanye very much, hated him for imprisoning her against her will.
But just now by the river, she was really touched.
He is also a pitiful person.
Memories are the most tormenting, especially since she has moved on, while he remains in place, unwilling to let go.
Searching with a memory for two thousand years, what kind of loneliness and torment is that?
If only he could let go, it wouldn't be a bad thing.
But, how can he let go? Two thousand years of persistence, if it could be easily let go of, it would have been by now.
Thinking hard to no avail, sleepiness hit her, and she fell asleep again.
She has been lethargic since getting pregnant.
Her eyebrows knit tightly, her head swaying lightly, struggling to wake up, but unable to.
She dreamed that she was a little girl living in a villa full of birds and flowers, and behind her stood a melancholy boy.
