Mu Lianhui took a deep breath, suppressing the tears at the corners of her eyes.
If there's anything left in this life to give, it's the guilt toward the child, the one left behind in the palace, imprisoned for a lifetime...
That was her own son, her only child, yet they had to be separated.
So many times in dreams at midnight, the image of the child being born, his first smile, his first word, his first steps, his first run...
All of it replayed over and over before her eyes, the pain suffocating Mu Lianhui.
As the night faded away, looking at Li Luan's peach blossom eyes, Mu Lianhui's heart was only filled with thoughts of her child. He too had a pair of eyes just like his father's.
Reborn as a human, Mu Lianhui could no longer find any trace of having given birth to a child on her body.
But she knew, that child once existed, and he still lingered in her heart every moment.
Mu Lianhui did not want to marry Li Luan again, but wanted to have another child.
