None of his movements roused Lu Liangwei from her sleep.
Long Yang sat on the edge of the bed and gazed quietly at her sleeping face.
Since his mother passed away, he had spent his years in solitude. Every year, after treating the court officials to a New Year banquet, he would return to his cold and lonely bedchamber.
However, he was no longer alone now.
When he remembered what Weiwei had said to him outside Grand Phoenix Palace, his heart filled with contentment.
Weiwei was here to keep him company, and in the future, there would be their children too…
It was a wonderful and satisfying feeling.
As he watched the girl's sleeping face, a look of warmth flickered in his eyes.
He leaned over and kissed Lu Liangwei's forehead, then lay down on his side.
The moment he settled down, Lu Liangwei snuggled up to him, an inaudible murmur escaping her lips.
