"When I realized that Ning Lu was asking me about my mentality towards Xiba, I had mixed feelings in my heart, and I could only nod silently and said, 'My lord my king, the maidservants have changed, please rest assured that the king ......' In the night, I looked at Ning Lu's withered face, and felt as if I was having a heartbreaking dream, everything around me was so illusory, only his arms and chest were so real. I relied on him, I could only cry silently, Ning Lu didn't say anything to me again, just kept soothing my back with both hands, even on the wedding night, he never treated me so gently. ”

"The next day I went to visit Siba, and before I had come near the bed, I heard his faint voice calling to me, 'Get out of the way, my mother has come to see me, don't block my view...... 'The prince's bed was tightly blocked by the royal physician and servants on the inner and outer three floors. Siba's order came out, and the crowd immediately moved out of the way. I walked up to him and shook his hand, and Siba waved everyone around me to step back. I looked at my son carefully and felt like I knew him and didn't know him. His face was pale and withered, almost like a man who had just died, but these extremely debilitating conditions happened to Siba, and he looked like a human being. After all, I was also extremely weak, and the hands of our mother and son were shaking incessantly, as if ice cubes were touching each other. ”

Siba and I looked at each other as if it were the first time we had seen my son, and so did he, his brown eyes staring at me in a stunned state of his sunken sockets. The original dark horns on his head seemed to have turned earthy brown due to severe injuries, and they had shrunk a little, the original black and shiny braid was now pressed under his body like a messy rope or scattered on the pillow, his chest and two forearms were exposed outside the quilt, and the hair on his skin had obviously lost a lot, and the color had become lighter and the hardness had softened. I let go of his hand and watched the arm collapse limply on the covers, and I couldn't help but cry. ”

"'You shouldn't have done this for me,' I tried to suppress my choking, for I felt more ashamed than painful, 'Siba, how can you let my white-haired man send a black-haired man?'"

"'Mother, your words are incorrect. Siba smiled weakly, but it was prompted by a series of wheezing coughs, "'You are as beautiful as my sister, where did you come from?'"

"'Don't pick at such boring words, my son. I said, 'A mother never wants her son to die for herself.' Let me touch you, my son, you are as thin as a deer and as cold as a piece of ice. ’”

"'Don't worry about me, mother,' Siba's hand churned in the quilt, his right hand seemed to grasp something, and his left hand remained still outside the quilt, and I looked at the curled yellow hair almost distractedly, 'Don't worry about me, Mother,' he repeated again, with a strange emotion suppressed in his tone, and I looked at his little heaving chest in amazement, although he described it as withered, extremely ugly and terrible, and with horns and tail, but after all, Siba was only a seven-year-old child. I was ashamed to think that I hated him so much and wanted to get rid of him. ”

"'My son,' I found myself staring at Siba's eyes, and I could only choose to stare at his slowly moving hand under the quilt,"