The emperor's heart warmed slightly, and he couldn't help but look up. Luo Ru was standing at the other end of the desk, using small silver scissors to cut candle flowers. The shadows of the candles swayed, and the snow-white cheeks were slightly stained with a light red, revealing a faint soft halo. The long black eyelashes were drooped, and a shallow shadow fell on the cheeks, which looked like two pieces of pear blossoms blown by the wind, or like the traces of undried tears in a dream. The emperor stared for a long time, his mind wavered, and finally he softly called out: "Luo Ru."
This situation was so familiar that Luo Ru couldn't react in time. He raised his eyes blankly and said "hmm" casually. "What?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that this was no longer the past. Of course, he was no longer the famous Xuanji girl in the capital back then, and the emperor was no longer the young man who had just begun to fall in love, was as fiery as fire, and was devoted to him.
He quickly lowered his head to cover the sourness in his eyes and said, "This slave has lost his manners." Then he knelt down.
The emperor grabbed Luo Ru's wrist and stopped her from kneeling across a red sandalwood desk. I want to say something, but after much thought and hesitation, I don't know how to speak! After many years of separation and reunion, I just feel that things have changed and people have changed, and time has passed. The smiles, gentle frowns, and tenderness of the past are no longer traceable. Even if I want to clean up my mood and face it again, I feel at a loss. He stared at Luo Ru for a long time, but still only let out a long sigh.
Seeing each other is as good as not seeing each other!
The two looked at each other and clearly read this sentence in each other's eyes.