"Tell me what you want, okay?" He looked at the increasingly haggard person on the bed, as if he had a premonition of parting, and his expression was rare and gentle.
She looked at those eyes, and her face still reflected in them, just like countless times in the past, but now she was haggard and haggard, while he was as gentle as jade, handsome and elegant as before. After giving him one last look, she silently pulled up the quilt to block his sight.
Is she still unwilling to see herself? He turned around and wanted to call You Li, the imperial physician, but heard You Li's voice. He turned around and saw his hands hanging on the edge of the bed, so abrupt.
"Your Majesty, the Queen is dead." You Li knelt on the ground respectfully, his voice high and trembling.
The man sitting on the couch didn't seem to hear anything. He just gently took off the quilt covering her face and put her hand in the quilt. Her favorite mandarin duck vine was embroidered on the quilt. He smiled. "You're still so playful, stop pretending to be asleep." He pinched her small nose even though her skin was no longer shiny. The remaining warmth filled his fingers. He shook his hand and smiled again.
You Li suddenly shouted: "Pass the imperial doctor, pass the imperial physician, the emperor is crying." The desolate hall suddenly became lively, with people coming and going, noisy.
Xin Yu woke up on the big bed carved from sycamore wood, sweating all over.
It's another life, whose destiny is in whose hands?