"Sister." Ever since they won the battle, Xia Wei had returned to his original royal address for Xia Wanyuan.
In the three years of war tempering, Xia Wei had the strong might of an emperor and the heavy aura condensed from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
However, in front of Xia Wanyuan, Xia Wei's eyes were soft. He looked at her worriedly. "You've lost a lot of weight recently."
Xia Wanyuan smiled and reached out to brush the snow off Xia Wei's head. "You've lost more weight than me recently."
When the world was first settled, as the emperor, Xia Wei carried the heavy burden of the world. He slept less than six hours a day.
The eldest sister was like a mother. While Xia Wanyuan was worried about Jun Shiling, she was naturally worried about Xia Wei.
