She didn't even know why she was crying.
Every time she thought of the past, she couldn't help but feel a heartache.
Heartache for herself, a person of her character, who had her wings clipped, living in the palace for decades.
Without leaving for a single step.
And spent ten years giving him six children.
Who can live in one house for decades?
Even if the house is big, no matter how big, it's impossible not to get tired of it after decades.
Thinking back now, she didn't even know how she endured it.
Heartache for him, too.
How much pressure did he endure in the background to marry her as his empress?
And those ten lifetimes of reincarnation.
How did he manage to find her, lifetime after lifetime, in such a long life?
In each lifetime, when he grew old alone and passed away alone in bed, how desolate was that?
No lover's company, no offspring to see him off.
Alone, carrying regret and yearning, he quietly died.
