Xie Limo's expression shifted when he heard Yun Bixue's question. He bent down and stirred the remaining porridge before scooping another spoonful to feed her. "Don't overthink. My heart is small, and it only has space for one wife." However, after speaking, hurt flashed fleetingly in his eyes.
That night, when Xie Limo was sitting alone on a stone stool under a flowering tree, his expression was dim despite the beautiful scenery around him. He looked at the photo of a very beautiful girl in his hands. The girl in the photo looked like she was around eighteen to nineteen years old. She looked pure and radiant with her beaming face under the cherry blossom tree, but the photo was in black and white.
Yun Bixue's question earlier made him fall into his pool of memories, and his eyes leaked of sorrow as he drowned in them.
