He didn't care either.
When the child was born, there was a wet nurse to take care of them, so she didn't need to do it herself.
He didn't really like her taking care of the child, feeling that it took up too much of her time.
But every day after court, he would bring the child over to keep her company.
During those times, he liked holding the child, sitting by the bed and gently coaxing them.
That feeling was really warm and cozy.
It intoxicated her, made her obsessed.
So much so that she was imprisoned by his gentleness her whole life, lost her wings, and lived within the Four-Sided Palace Walls.
"Honey, honey?"
Lu Hualiang's voice pulled Xia Weibao back from her thoughts.
Only then did she realize he had already fed the child and coaxed them to sleep.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked.
"Thinking about our past."
"Oh? Thinking about how good I was to you before?"
