Li Qinghe's tears kept streaming down. Because she had been unable to speak since childhood, she knew better than anyone how much effort her parents had poured into her. She had often seen her mother's silent tears, and her father's long sighs late at night. Now, all that suffering was finally over.
Tang Zhishi looked at the tear-streaked Li Qinghe, feeling both happy and heartbroken. He pulled her into his arms and gently comforted her, "Don't cry, don't cry, things will only get better from now on. You can talk now—this is wonderful."
Li Qinghe nodded, nestled in Tang Zhishi's embrace, crying and laughing at the same time.
Tang Zhishi wanted to thank the Emperor and planned to bring Li Qinghe into the palace to offer their gratitude, but Li Qinghe stopped him.
