Speaking of this, she held her head high, desperately looking at him, "Fourth Brother, am I really heartless? I don't even feel as sad as Tang Yu."
Emperor Quan hugged her tightly, his arms squeezing a little firmer.
"Silly girl, it's not that you aren't hurting..."
"Then what is it?" Zhan Se sniffled, a sour feeling in her heart.
"Great sorrow without tears, great enlightenment without words, great laughter without sound. Look at your dad, did he cry at all?"
"Great sorrow without tears? Is that so?" She closed her eyes tightly, leaning gently into his embrace, a dull ache starting in her head. Although she asked in a rhetorical tone, she knew in her heart that her grief was so deep that she truly couldn't cry.
Of course, this wasn't to say she had a particularly good relationship with her mother.
