Shi Feiyang's throat tightened, even the Bright Jade Technique couldn't mask his fluctuating emotions: "It's me." Before the words had finished, Wang Family had already staggered forward, her tears soaking his collar: "All these years... I've waited for you every day..."
Shi Feiyang embraced her frail body, gazing at the deep trail of tears at the corners of her eyes, his heart twisting like a knife.
He remembered the first time they met, when she was picking plums in the Imperial Garden, her eyes were filled with stars, but now because of longing she had become ill, and lost her sight.
"Why like this?" His voice was low, with a barely noticeable choke. Wang Family gave a bitter smile, her fingertips lightly touching his face: "Since you left, Your Majesty hasn't stepped into this Cold Palace even once. I bore a prince, yet it's seen as ominous... Changluo, he..."
