She didn’t even know why she was crying.
Every ti she thought of the past, she couldn’t help but feel a heartache.
Heartache for herself, a person of her character, who had her wings clipped, living in the palace for decades.
Without leaving for a single step.
And spent ten years giving him six children.
Who can live in one house for decades?
Even if the house is big, no matter how big, it’s impossible not to get tired of it after decades.
Thinking back now, she didn’t even know how she endured it.
Heartache for him, too.
How much pressure did he endure in the background to marry her as his empress?
And those ten lifetis of reincarnation.
How did he manage to find her, lifeti after lifeti, in such a long life?
In each lifeti, when he grew old alone and passed away alone in bed, how desolate was that?
No lover’s company, no offspring to see him off.
Alone, carrying regret and yearning, he quietly died.
mories are stirred by the scene, the scenery also evokes sentints.
Just as Xia Weibao was imrsed in her mories, soone suddenly tapped her from behind.
Turning her head, she saw Zhuang Xuejun had appeared behind her at so unknown ti.
Seeing her red eyes, Zhuang Xuejun frowned, "What’s wrong?"
Xia Weibao shook her head, "Nothing, Luoqi’s acting was too good, I got drawn in."
Zhuang Xuejun glanced at the man on the grand hall, with his graceful deanor and dazzling presence.
Indeed, his acting was excellent.
She pointed at the pile of props behind them, lowering her voice, "Director Lu is looking for you."
Xia Weibao was startled and looked over there.
Didn’t see anyone, though.
She got up and walked over, then indeed, behind a pile of props and costus, she saw a man, clearly cold, yet inexplicably giving a sense of security.
Just as she was reminiscing about the past, the person she longed for appeared right in front of her.
Xia Weibao bit her lip, her heart surging with warmth.
She dashed over.
Lu Hualiang extended his arms to catch her fully, wiping the corners of her eyes.
Frowning, "Why are you crying?"
"I miss you."
Thinking about our past.
"Lu Hualiang, thank you."
Thank you for finding , thank you for not giving up even after searching for ten lifetis.
Thank you for finally finding .
Otherwise, realizing posthumously that I love you, but not having a chance to make ands, would be such a cruel thing.
Lu Hualiang furrowed his brows even tighter, not quite understanding her words.
Xia Weibao didn’t plan to explain but turned around, continuing to watch the filming in front.
Lu Hualiang embraced her from behind, allowing her to lean against his chest.
This place was very hidden; unless soone walked in, they couldn’t be seen from the outside.
No one spoke, both watching the familiar scene outside, sinking into beautiful mories.
Xia Weibao smiled, "Hubby, doesn’t this scene seem familiar to you?"
"Yes, very familiar."
Xu Jiayang almost restored the scene at that ti, though so lines differed, but the aning was the sa.
It didn’t impact at all.
"What do you think Emperor Xia Liang was thinking at the ti?"
"He was thinking about how annoying these people were, delaying his ti to enter the bridal chamber."
Xia Weibao, "..."
She slapped the back of his hand wrapped around her waist, "Be serious!"
A low chuckle from the man ca from behind, "It’s true."
At that ti, all he could think about was the image of her dressing up as a bride for him, eagerly wanting to return and see his bride.
The empress ceremony was different from a commoner’s marriage.
The empress was already married, his wife, then they would choose an auspicious day for the empress ceremony.
Yet, he didn’t want to make it so ceremonial.
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