As for the time…
Pressing her lips together, she gave him a slight smile.
"I really don't know. Maybe a day, maybe a year, maybe ten years, maybe a lifetime…"
"Zhan Xiaoyao!" He squinted at her, encircling her tightly in his arms, "I disagree, I want you to stay with me, not to leave."
A childish plea, very much like Little Thirteen's.
He also said, Mother, I want you to stay with me, never to be apart again.
She closed her eyes tightly, and her tears burst forth!
Sensing her sobs, Emperor Quan felt a pain as if his heart was being cut, but he was unable to utter any comforting words that might help. Despite his eloquence, at this moment he seemed like a simpleton, only capable of clumsily wiping her tears away and patting her back in a haphazard attempt to soothe her.
"Good girl, don't cry. It's all my fault, I was wrong. You can scold me or hit me as you like; I deserve it! Just as long as you—just as long as you don't leave me, it's all good."
