Chapter 14 Porridge
When I woke up, I saw Zhao Yan sitting beside me, reading through some documents.
He wasn’t wearing an outer robe, looking quite relaxed.
He didn’t seem like someone who had just suffered a serious injury.
Suddenly, I remembered that in my previous life, right after we got married, he would do the same—afraid to disturb my sleep, he would sit beside me reading while waiting for me to wake.
Seeing me awake, he asked, “Hungry?”
I was about to shake my head when my stomach growled first.
Zhao Yan chuckled.
He had someone bring in a bowl of porridge.
The moment I took the first sip, I knew it was made by Zhao Yan.
Because it was burnt.
And he had added too much sugar.
In my last life, the first time he cooked porridge for me after our marriage, it tasted exactly like this.
I stopped eating.
I set the bowl aside.
And told him I was leaving.
A trace of disappointment crossed his face, but he still nodded. “Alright.”
I was about to walk away.
But he suddenly called out to me.
“Bingzhi.”
I turned back.
He looked at me, his gaze confused.
“You hate me,” he said.
For the first time, he showed a childlike, lost expression in front of me.
“Why?”
“I clearly never did anything to wrong you…”
In that instant, I suddenly felt an overwhelming sadness.
Yes. In my previous life, I had always wanted to ask the old Zhao Yan the same question.
Why?
The Zhao Yan before me clearly loved me so much. Even after learning I was a man, he had saved me again and again. So why did the man from my previous life change his heart so easily?
But in the end, neither of us could answer the other’s question.
I said, “Your Highness is overthinking.”