He did not know when he had placed the Little Concubine so high in his heart, but now, as they were to part, his heart was filled with panic and unease. If he missed his chance with her, he might never meet someone who could touch him so deeply again in this lifetime.
At that moment, Lian Hua was held in His Majesty's embrace, her face buried in his chest, feeling a painful blockage at her heart as tears uncontrollably streamed down.
It hurt so much!
She had told herself over and over not to think of His Majesty anymore, that she wanted to forget him and live a good life, that she should close off her heart. But why was it so difficult? Why did her heart feel so empty?
Being thrown into the Imperial Prison yesterday did not mean she felt no pain, she had merely numbed herself, forcing herself not to think, afraid that she couldn't bear it.
Now being held in His Majesty's arms, the repressed emotions and grievances of many days burst forth uncontrollably.
