He had always known she was stubborn. Yet, he also knew she was a kind woman. As long as no one offended her first, she would get along with everyone and care for them with all her heart. He still remembered at the beginning of their marriage, when she was still practically a stranger to him, even though she harbored complaints, she dutifully did everything a wife should, seldom joking around or asking him to do this or that.
Alas!
Now, when he turned on the TV, he thought of how she looked when she watched TV. Seeing flower arrangements reminded him of how she looked arranging them, and seeing her laptop,
The solitude of the room was so tranquil that it was disheartening.
On the bedside, there was her photo.
In his breath, it seemed her scent still lingered.
In every corner, her smiles and frowns filled the space...
Emperor Quan rubbed his temples, confused.
Missing a woman to this extent was really fucking annoying!
