Song Jingen, as the prince of the Song family, is the lord of the general's mansion who will support the portal in the future.

The temperament is quiet and introverted, and there is a sense of natural arrogance.

At all times, he is cold and self-controlled.

Song Zhao had never seen Song Jingen's humble appearance of being so low.

She lowered her head and followed Song Jingxian into the carriage.

Song Jingxian jumped up first, and then went to pull Song Zhao's hand as usual.

"I can do it myself." Song Zhao avoided his hand, kicked his legs, and obediently climbed into the carriage.

The beaded curtain is lowered.

Isolated from the noise outside.

Song looked at Song Zhao, who was sitting opposite him in silence, and couldn't help but think of her miserable appearance in the illusion, as if there was a sharp knife grinding his flesh in his chest.

"Little sister."

Song opened his mouth and shouted softly.

The throat is jerky and sore, and the words tremble.

Song Zhao looked up.

She crossed her hands on her knees, rubbing them back and forth as if she were killing time.

The person in front of her was obviously her most trusted and favorite eldest brother.

But she was like facing a stranger, stiff and didn't know how to respond.

After seeing the hardships that Song Zhao endured for him, Song Jingxian accumulated a lot of words to say to Song Zhao.

But when it really came to this moment, looking at Song Zhao's clean eyes.

Song was shocked and embarrassed.

What should he say, as if he didn't deserve anything.

Song Zhao waited for a while, but before he could speak, he saw Song Jingen's eyes begin to turn red little by little.

Hesitated.

Song Zhao silently touched his handkerchief and pushed it in front of Song Jingxian.

Song Jingxian suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged Song Zhao into his arms.

"I'm sorry."

Song Jingxian hugged the delicate sister in his arms tightly, as if he was holding a lost treasure, so impatient, and so cautious.

The overwhelming remorse swept Song Jingen.

He almost choked up and kept apologizing to her, "I'm sorry, my brother hurt you." Misunderstanding you for three years, I am not a competent brother. ”

Song Zhao struggled uncomfortably.

Didn't break away.

She said calmly, "Brother, you don't have to be like this. ”

Song was shocked and slightly stiffened.

He slowly let go of his hand and looked at Song Zhao with red eyes.

She was calm and indifferent, and the strangeness made Song envy panic.

He took a breath, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Why don't you blame me?" He asked, burying his face in Song Zhao's palm uncomfortably, and begging in a low voice, "I did something wrong, you scolded me, you beat me." Don't let me go, you can do whatever you want to me. ”

"It's all gone." Song Zhao withdrew his hand and wiped the tears on it with a handkerchief in disgust.

Song Jingxian couldn't accept Song Zhao's calmness.

He once disliked Song Zhao for being too domineering and indulgent, and taught her several times to be obedient and not to cause trouble.

Later, she really became very obedient and became quieter and quieter.

But if the price of obedience is to suffer that kind of suffering.

Song was so envious that he couldn't wait to give himself a slap.

He would rather Song Zhao scold him and show an aggrieved expression.

Song was pale with envy, "Isn't it, it's too late for the eldest brother to wake up." You don't want to admit me anymore. ”

Song Zhao replied, "I don't blame you. ”

Song Jingxian was even more uncomfortable.

In the past, Song Zhao was when he stole a bite of her flower cake, and he had to be angry and pursue him for a long time.

He hoped that Song Zhao would blame him, which meant that he still had weight in Song Zhao's heart.

Only if you don't care, you will not care, and you will be indifferent.

Song looked at her sister's calm eyebrows in amazement.

In fact, it is no different from when I was a child, it is still a small face, a small nose, and a small mouth......

When she was very young, she was raised by him in her arms.