Looking at that face, identical to the man in her dreams, her eyes reddened once again.
"How do you feel?"
Lu Hualiang asked with concern.
Xia Weibao shook her head, indicating she was fine.
"The comb..."
Where was her comb, the token of love between her and Emperor Xia Liang?
Mentioning that comb, Lu Hualiang pursed his lips.
"What is that comb made of?"
He simply couldn't believe that an ordinary peach wood comb could last so long.
And still be in perfect condition.
He'd even tried to snap it, but couldn't break it.
Since she was so anxious about it, she probably knew.
"Peach wood."
It was peach wood from the tree she planted herself, beautiful when it blossomed,
but it ended up being chopped down by Dog Emperor to make a comb. She was so angry she had an argument with him about it.
Recalling the past brought a mix of sourness and sweetness surging into her heart once more.
Her nose soured, and her eyes moistened again.
