"No, what I'm talking about is not now... it was the past, Shui Lian, before we got married..."
"!!!"
"When I was very young, I started living alone in a bedroom. Many times, I woke up, and I was always the only one in the room, dark, and the lights were not on. The eunuchs were waiting outside, and I couldn't even notice it. Their existence... has been like this since childhood... When I really want to open my eyes, when I open my mouth, someone will talk to me..."
Shui Lian was silent for a moment.
At this time, she suddenly remembered her childhood - the days when her biological mother died early. How old was she? Six years old? Seven years old? Why was her memory so vivid? Unforgettable!
My mother died and spent some time alone at the Shui family.
Unaccompanied, sleeping alone in the room where my mother died, the servants were unwilling to approach, for fear of being intoxicated, so they took the opportunity to slip away one by one every day when they delivered food.
No one cares whether she is afraid or not—in fact, she is not afraid. How could she feel scared when living in the room where her mother died?
All she fears is the night - the loneliness that no one speaks.
Especially at night, the feeling that only when one person is lonely all year round can one understand. It is cold and hot, sick and painful, and you have to cry, act spoiled, and you have to vent... There is no one, no one, only one The loneliness of people speaking to the air.
"Shuilian, now you are with me...every time I wake up, I'm so nice to have you with me to talk!"
A very simple wish, and she was the first person.
Her eyes were wet. In fact, wasn't he the first one?
"Little Devil, from now on, you will talk to me every day and stay with me like this until your whole life..."
She could not suppress her surging feelings, and hugged him tightly, feeling infinitely sad. Yes, she would accompany him--will always be with him warmly and loyally--but she didn't know, Can a loyalty be preserved for a lifetime—or, will he give her a chance for a lifetime?
She just gently kneaded his forehead to make him feel as comfortable as possible. After a while, she asked him with concern: "Your Majesty, do you want to drink a bowl of sobering soup?"
He sat up and drank half a bowl of soup, rubbed his head, "Why did he get drunk after drinking a few cups?"