"I’m sorry that I’ve caused you pain, Gale. I’ll make sure to never use the same ingredients and spices," Swan said worriedly. "I’m sorry..."
Gale smiled, "You don’t need to keep saying sorry. I know you mean well. It’s just unfortunate that I keep recalling the past as I tasted the same food from long ago."
Gale got up and walked towards Swan’s chair. He lifted her, and sat her on his lap, "This is much better. It’s been a while since you sat on my lap. I think the last time was two months ago?"
"Y-yes, the throne room is too cold, even during autumn. Sorry, I can’t accompany you."
"Why do you keep saying sorry? Is it because of the food you made for me?" Gale chuckled. He pinched Swan’s chin so she would lift her head to stare at him—at least at his blindfold. "I like what you made. It’s not your fault the food gives me nostalgia."
"Still—"
"You should have your dinner now. You’re still too thin for my liking, you know," Gale joked.
"D-don’t say that! I’ve been putting on weight!" Swan exclaimed as she was actually offended.
She naturally didn’t eat a lot because she was never allowed to. She would eat leftovers in the kitchen, and even if she was allowed to cook, the leftover ingredients wouldn’t be enough to fill her stomach.
That’s why she had been trying her best to gain weight by eating more, and it seemed to be working, at least that was what she hoped for.
Truthfully, Gale didn’t see any difference between the current Swan and that Swan he brought from the Holy Achate.
She was bright and beautiful now, like a flower that bloomed in winter, but she was still very thin and petite. She was even smaller than Long Xiurong, who came from the East and was naturally petite.
"I heard that female humans often try to look as thin as possible to attract the males. It doesn’t work on me, you know? I don’t care if you put on weight, I just don’t want you to get sick, because the cold must’ve been painful when you’re this thin," Gale said.
What Gale said was right.
Winter was very harsh on her since her deformed leg would itch or ache when it was too cold. Her body would also tremble even if she had covered herself with a blanket. The cold would still pierce her skin, straight to her bone.
"I-I will keep that in mind," Swan muttered before taking a spoonful of chicken broth to warm her body. "I-I’m trying my best, you know."
Gale smiled lovingly, knowing how cute Swan looked when she pouted like this.
However, that smile didn’t last long when he realized that he had come to her with a question in mind. He tried to get the thought off his mind, but Jade’s words were like a virus that plagued his mind, refusing to leave until he got the answer he sought.
"Sweetheart."
"Yes?"
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