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"Why not light a lamp?"
As Li Song gently pushed the door open and stepped inside, the room was shrouded in darkness.
Bathed in the moonlight streaming through the window, he saw Yuan Qing sitting at the vanity, combing her long, flowing hair in front of the mirror.
With each stroke, she pulled harshly, yanking at her hair. Whenever she encountered a knot or obstruction, she tugged even harder.
A pang of pain shot through his heart as he quickly approached her, gently pressing down on her hand. He then took the comb from her and began to comb her hair with careful, deliberate movements.
Time seemed to slip away as Li Song finally placed the comb softly on the vanity. He then wrapped his arms around her and softly asked again, "Why not light a lamp?"
"What use is a lamp?"
For the first time, she allowed him to hold her without any resistance.
She had once stubbornly fought against him, unafraid of hardship, suffering, or injury, all because her heart was filled with thoughts of a boy as bright as the stars.
But when Cui Hu donned a bright red wedding gown and married someone else, all her persistence and dreams shattered piece by piece.
What use is a lamp? No one would ever illuminate her life again.
Li Song held her and slowly walked to the bedside, his voice low as he said, "If you don't like it, then we'll throw away the old lamp. I will get you a new one."
He cupped her face and kissed her deeply.
In the darkness, on the night of Cui Hu's grand wedding, he found himself entwined with her in this small clinic.
He did not mind taking advantage of the moment, nor did he care about her dazed state.
He firmly believed that as long as he could keep her by his side, even the longest and coldest winter would eventually pass.
He reached out to lift the red silk, revealing a beautifully crafted piece of incense.
"As long as it’s from His Highness, I will naturally like it," she said with a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth.
Seeing her now graceful and gentle smile, Li Song's expression faltered slightly.
He was unsure if this was truly good—her contentment in staying by his side. Whatever she desired, no matter how rare or difficult to obtain, he would do everything in his power to fulfill it.
Yet, he always felt that something was missing.
Their meeting had also taken place in that peach blossom grove, where petals danced in the air.
He remembered seeing her in a simple white dress, her unadorned face strikingly beautiful, like a peach blossom blooming in the spring breeze, instantly captivating his heart.
That was the first time he had acted like a child, threatening her with an air of dominance when she refused him.
Carrying her back to the Eastern Palace, he felt as if he were in a dream, everything around him seemed unreal.
At that moment, he realized that happiness could be such a wondrous feeling.
“Qing'er, do you have feelings for me?” Li Song asked cautiously, his eyes filled with a hint of expectation.
“Your Highness must be tired. Let me massage your back,” she replied, lifting her head just in time to meet his deep and complex gaze, which held both determination and frustration.
“Alright!” He smiled as he lay back on the soft couch, his voice tinged with an almost imperceptible sadness. “One day, I will melt your stone-cold heart.”
Yuan Qing remained silent, but her gaze softened as she looked at him.
If she truly had a heart of stone, how could she be hurt by old feelings? How could she have chosen to return to the palace with him again?
Otherwise, wouldn’t it be better to find a quiet mountain village and live freely? She secretly thought of Li Song’s resentful expression, and a faint smile crept onto her lips.
Perhaps living this way for a lifetime wouldn’t be so bad after all.
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