That was their first time together, and the impression was deeply etched in her memory.
However, those sweet moments now only left a sour feeling.
"What are you thinking about?"
Sensing her fluctuating emotions, Lu Hualiang frowned.
Xia Weibao looked up, eyes rimmed with red, and shook her head, "It's nothing."
"Why the tears? I've already gone along with you."
That sentence made Xia Weibao's heart churn with sourness.
"Director Lu, thank you."
He was the kindest man she had met, besides Emperor Xia Liang.
"You are really nice," Xia Weibao whispered.
If she were not the Empress Bao from a thousand years ago, if she truly were the Xia Weibao of the twenty-first century, if she really were just the wife of Lu Hualiang.
She thought, she would definitely fall in love with this man.
But unfortunately, there are no what-ifs.
She was not the real Xia Weibao, just a lonely soul from the Great Xia Kingdom, with her beloved His Majesty.
