Qin Muyan cherished her tears the most. Back in the prince's mansion, he never allowed her to shed a single tear; each of her tears was more precious than golden pearls.
Qin Muyan just stood there. He moved his lips, seemingly wanting to explain something, but when the words reached his lips, all he did was tug at the corner of his mouth and say, "I'm sorry, I have wronged you."
He failed to protect her well, nor could he secure her position as empress.
Now, even just coming to see her and the child made him too nervous to approach.
The child in Rong Yun's arms was startled awake, crying for a while before Rong Yun soothed him back to sleep. He snuggled up cozily, his little feet kicking adorably.
Rong Yun settled the child and stood up from the bed, walking over to Qin Muyan.
She looked up at the man, reaching out to touch his temple, puzzled, "Why have you suddenly grown white hair?"
