"I really miss the carefree days of the past, when I played the flute and you danced.
You played the zither, and I performed the Sword Dance.
The last time at the National Studies Association, you accompanied my dance. It was the happiest day of the past two thousand years for me.
I wish you could accompany my dance once more, but unfortunately, you are pregnant now and cannot dance.
Junior sister, how about you play a tune for me, and I'll perform the Sword Dance?"
Back at the mountain villa, their favorite spot was by the river, either he played the flute while she danced or she played the zither while he practiced swordplay.
I really miss those days.
Xia Weibao was about to refuse, but seeing the eagerness in his eyes, thinking about him holding onto a memory alone looking for her for two thousand years, the words of refusal caught in her throat and she suddenly couldn't speak them.
As if driven by a mysterious force, she nodded, "Okay."
