The visitors who came to pay their respects had all left, but the two main occupants of the tomb remained still.
Squinting slightly, Zhan Se stroked his belly with one hand and lifted a corner of his lip. Having cast away the many grudges and affections of the world, they must be happily reunited now, right?
"Zhan Xiaoyao, let's go too; they will be fine."
Young Emperor wrapped his arm around her, petting her head as if she were a pet.
His chest was very warm, especially in this season. Zhan Se sniffled a little, leaning on him, and despite the layers of thick clothing between them, she felt she could sense his steady and powerful heartbeat.
This chest had become her only support.
Facing the permanently resting graves of her parents, she took a few seconds to collect herself before asking softly, "Fourth Brother, when we both die someday, let's have Thirteen pick out a place like this for us, so we can stay together in peace."
"Mm, I think that's a good idea."
