"No, it's just that I always feel lazy and can't muster any interest in anything. It's like the whole world has neglected me." Heyue leaned against him, closed her eyes, and said softly.
Perhaps she really is someone who can't sit still. Such a life is simple, without having to worry about anything or live in fear, but it's also boring.
Seeing Thirteen's calm and collected demeanor every day, He Yue wanted to ask him how he managed to persevere and whether he felt the same way.
But the words stuck in his throat.
To fall from being a prince showered with love and affection to becoming an ordinary citizen must be a difficult experience.
Heyue was afraid that he would be saddened by the memory of the past.
"If only I had a child," Heyue sighed.
She inadvertently thought of the child who had passed away. If that child were still alive, she might not be so bored now. She would be looking forward to the birth of a new life every day, imagining that every day with him would be lively and joyful.
She also missed Hongchang and Tongxuan in the capital.
If I had brought them out back then, every day would have been filled with their laughter and joy. Seeing their smiling faces, watching the children, tired from playing, nestle in my arms and act spoiled.
Or perhaps it's because the children are arguing, and you're worried about them, which makes you feel satisfied and happy.
Unfortunately, all of this is just a beautiful wish.
Sensing the silence beside her, He Yue looked up at him, puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Thirteen snapped out of his daze, the sadness on his face vanishing instantly. He hugged her tightly and sighed, "It's nothing, Heyue. We'll have children again. Don't be sad, okay?"
He Yue then realized that he had been thinking about the child who was gone.
This was his first child, and it must have been painful for him to think about.
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