Chapter 18: Deeply pampered by the emperor Part 17 (1/2)

Chapter 18: Deeply pampered by the emperor (Part 17)

Inside the Purple Imperial Palace, on a brocaded wall, there was a woman wearing a red cloak with a nation collapsing beauty's face.

She had a large red umbrella and was standing on the stone with silver and gold bells on her ankles. Her watery eyes were looking at the youth kneeling on the ground.

”Were you like that back then?” There was a cool as water voice from behind her. Luo Qing Chen turned and saw Zhao An Yang slowly walking towards her.

She gave a soft laugh and looked at him in a bit of panic as she asked, ”The emperor's memory is not bad. After all these years, you can still remember this clearly……”

”This was drawn by this one in the past.” His deep as water eyes calmly looked at her without any waves.

Luo Qing Chen was surprised. Her eyes were filled with disbelief as she looked at the date in the lower right corner.

——Zhao Yin, five years old.

She pursed her lips and said, ”In the past?”

Wasn't he blind back then?! A blind person could draw her like this and it could be this accurate.

”Is it strange?” Zhao An Yang ice cold finger slid across her cheek as he softly said, ”I asked quite a few people and was beaten quite a few times…..”

She stood there in a daze as she felt her nose become stuffed up and tears almost fell from her eyes.

That youth that had been bullied by her in the past in the Li Le Academy, that blind youth who drew her bit by bit even when she bullied him.

She thought that he was filled with hatred towards her. He hated her for murdering her mother, hated her for using her power to harm him, hated her for forcing him to marry her with the Heavenly Mountain's Snow Lotus and the Luo Family.

”I always thought that you never loved……”

”This one had never envied anyone before, but when I met you again in the Li Yue Academy, everyone around admired you and loved you. But this one couldn't see what you looked like at all. I envied them, at least they could see what you looked like.” Zhao An Yang sat down in a chair and closed his eyes, cutting off Luo Qing Chen's words as he remembered the past.

There was a sad look between his brows, but his lips raised up.