"You seem so sad today, Lady Mother." The child wandered carefully into the darkened room, his cyan eyes alit with a bright curiosity--remniscient of what the empress's gaze once appeared to be--but that time felt like a half-forgotten dream. "Did something happen?"
As an anon, go in my inbox and pretend to my muses child.
❝Ah, it’s–❞ Nanfeng looked to her son and gave him a halfhearted smile. Oh how innocent those eyes were, so bright and alive. She placed her comb down and rested her hands in her lap, her gaze trailing downward. As the years went on, there was always a melancholic aura following her, it wasn’t only today. Alas, he had caught her at a vulnerable time. ❝It’s okay, little one. Mother is just tired. It’s been a long day.❞