Everyone was astounded; a group of people knelt down in reverence, while only Lian Hua stood, watching the person who was striding towards her, as if, in the world, only that towering figure remained.
She blankly watched the Emperor approaching, the coldness in her eyes fading, gradually replaced by a layer of mist. Her heart felt a mix of surprise, grievance, attachment, and weakness.
It seemed she wanted to cry; His Majesty had arrived, and she seemed no longer to need to act strong, otherwise, she didn't know what she would do next.
Seeing her helpless appearance, the Emperor's heart ached terribly. He should have come sooner; how could he let her endure alone? He was extremely remorseful.
He hurried more as he got closer. Upon reaching her, he spread his arms and wrapped her entirely in his embrace, comforting her, "Darling, do not be afraid, I am here now."