He held her hand and stroked the coiled dragon carved on his emperor's crown bit by bit.
"Xi'er, you chose the luminous pearl in the dragon's mouth for me, and you carved this hairpin in the past."
Su Chongxi's hands were trembling a little, and he nodded silently as he thought of something. Her fox eyes had long lost their sparkle, like pearls covered with dust, without a trace of brilliance.
She didn't know that Gu Xingzhi was already full of tears at this time. He suppressed the soreness in his chest and asked, "Su Chongxi, I ask you again today, why did you choose me to be your emperor?"
Intention: When the flowers are in bloom, they must be folded. Don't wait until there are no flowers. Don't miss each other between talking and not talking.