Many times, no matter the season, standing under that Chastity Arch, Du Yunluo quietly gazed at those memorial tablets.
She clearly remembers the location of Mu Lianxiao's tablet, and even with her eyes closed, she can point it out.
That was her Princely Heir.
Someone she could never forget, even in the lifetime after this.
In the realm of dreams, the pain remained.
Tears slipped down her cheeks, soaking half of the pillow.
In her dreams, there were Yunluo Flowers.
She stood under the Yunluo Flowers planted for her by his own hands in the courtyard, looking up at that expanse of purple, reaching out to pick them, but alas, she couldn't reach, just like she couldn't reach the person who had already left.
Du Yunluo curled her body, then suddenly opened her eyes.
Her tearful eyes were blurred, and her heart ached so much it was hard to breathe.
