Chapter 890: Chapter 890: Director Lu Recalls Past-Life Memories
Lu Hualiang gazed fixedly.
So free, so unrestrained, so spontaneous.
As carefree as the wind, full of bold spirit.
At this moment, he seemed to see her true self.
This was the first time he saw her smile so happily.
Watching Xia Weibao move like the wind in the center of the square, spinning and leaping, wild and unbridled.
He fell into deep thought, maybe, he had never truly understood her.
She had a gentle appearance, a natural ethereal aura, with classical grace; dancing classical dances, singing ancient songs, able to write calligraphy, she seemed all too much like a woman who loved tranquility and antiquity.
Although occasionally playful, occasionally causing trouble, it never destroyed her gentle demeanor like the flowing rivers of Jiangnan.
Therefore, everyone believed her personality should be inclined towards quietness.
Even he thought the same.
But now, apparently, it was wrong.
He always didn’t want to treat her like a canary in a cage, but in the end, it seemed he had raised her into a canary.
Xia Weibao continued to joyfully shuttle across the square, heroic and with bold spirit.
Occasionally glancing back with a bright smile at him, surpassing the warmth of winter sunlight.
Those eyes, in the colorful square, shifted gracefully, full of starlight.
“Husband, come and play.”
‘Young master, come and play.’
Suddenly a woman’s voice sounded in his ear, Lu Hualiang’s expression changed.
A scene seemed to appear before his eyes, a woman in white gauze sitting on a swing, laughing softly like a warbler chirping, suddenly turning back, countless layers of smiles blossomed.
She seemed to see something she liked, eyes bright with starlight, ‘Young master, come and play.’
A soft body collided into his embrace, shattering the scene just now into pieces, leaving not a trace.
Lu Hualiang instinctively stretched out his hand to catch the woman who bumped into him.
“What are you thinking about?” Xia Weibao hugged his waist, her smile still bright.
“Husband, come join us and play.”
Lu Hualiang spoke, somewhat absent-minded.
Xia Weibao felt a bit disappointed, but knowing he doesn’t like lively events, she didn’t insist, and continued to play herself.
She played till ten o’clock, when the lights of the square went out, then reluctantly returned.
In the car, Lu Hualiang watched the fine beads of sweat on her forehead.
He took out a handkerchief to wipe them, “Had fun?”
“Yes, it was really fun.”
“I’ll take you horseback riding next time.”
Xia Weibao’s eyes shimmered, “Really?”
Then thinking of something, her expression froze, “What kind of horse, a carousel? I don’t like that.”
“A real horse, we’ll go to the ranch, and if you like, we can visit the grasslands in the future.”
If she liked such unrestrained and bold life, he could take her across Nanbei.
As long as she’s happy.
“You’re so good, husband.”
The grasslands are perfect, she loved galloping across endless grasslands the most.
Previously, while journeying in Jianghu, she traveled with a nomadic tribe.
The sky is vast, the plains are boundless, the wind blows over the grass, revealing the cattle and sheep.
Drinking heartily, eating heartily, those days were incredibly joyful.
Ever since entering the palace, such carefree days were lost.
Trapped within four walls every day, only able to gaze longingly at the blue sea and sky.
There’s something she never mentioned to the Dog Emperor, which is that whenever she saw eagles passing through the sky, she yearned for life outside.
Several times she almost left.
But in the end, she stayed.
Inside the palace, were her lover, her children, ties she couldn’t break away from.
Until the day she dies, she wished to return once more to the grasslands.