Xiaoer, can you just live an ordinary life with me like this?
Xiaoer, forget all those hatreds...
Xiaoer, I will avenge you...
Xiaoer, what should I do to you?
Xiao'er, I promised your mother that I would protect you forever, but I can't do it anymore...
Xiaoer, I am your brother... Do you hate me so much?
There was silence in the empty hall, and the light in the hall was a little dark, which seemed very cold in late autumn and early winter. A woman in red palace clothes sat on the only chair in the hall. The red clothes spread out on the blue floor tiles as she sat, looking so out of place. She held a child in her arms. It was a boy, two or three years old. Wearing a blue brocade robe with fine cloud patterns embroidered on the skirt. Low-key and exquisite, it highlights the unusual identity of this child. The child breathed shallowly in her arms and fell asleep. The woman looked sad, as if she were crying and laughing, but she made no sound...