The Queen was forced to sit by his bedside, silently watching him.
"Ah Qiao..." The King looked at the Queen and said slowly, "Just now, I dreamt of when we were young..."
The Queen quietly looked at him, still remaining silent.
The King chuckled, seemingly wanting to lift his hand to touch the Queen's face, but ultimately, due to his weakness, his hand fell to the bedside halfway up.
He stared fixedly at the Queen's face, speaking with an absent-minded affection, "Ah Qiao, those days in the Empire were the happiest days of my life. Do... do you still blame me?"
The Queen's lips curled slightly, as if mocking him, or perhaps mocking herself.
"Ah Qiao, why won't you speak?" The King began to breathe heavily, "Ah Qiao, do... do you regret it?"
"Yes," the Queen finally opened her mouth, "I regretted it long ago. If I had known things would come to this, I would never have fallen in love with you back then, would never have married you. Only... it's a pity..."
