A long silence settled over them. It was occasionally broken by the chirp of a bird or the flutter of butterflies. The air was sweet and floral. The sun rose high in the sky. It was a shame they had spent their time doing nothing under the shade within the palace grounds instead of horseback riding or something.
"You might not have a family now," Li Xueyue slowly began. "But you can start one of your own."
"What are you even—"
"Minghua still loves you," Li Xueyue deadpanned. She cursed her heart for feeling sympathetic towards him. But he had lost everything in life. There was nothing wrong with throwing the man a bone.
"She doesn't—"
"She does."
Wen Jinkai's head snapped to her so fast, he ignored the possibility of whiplash. "Don't try to lie to me. I know that heart of hers will never beat for me again."
