1645 A Hidden World

Chamomile stood for the strength to overcome hardships, the persistence to defeat adversity, and the hope to survive.

He used it to cheer himself up, to stay strong when low, not for anyone else, but for Jing Xi.

He had people plant chamomile annually, and watched them sprouting, growing and blooming.

He had always had the unrealistic hope that when the chamomile bloomed again, Jing Xi might come home.

While Huo Yunshen was engaged in his sorrow, Jing Xi finished cleaning and turned around to find him sitting on the bed.

"Your Majesty."

She was planning to do it quietly. But he was awake now. Would he blame her?

"Em."

Instead of getting mad Huo Yunshen simply hummed.

"How do you feel today?"

"Better."

He answered frankly. With the medication and some good rest, he did feel much better.

"Good!"