The living people, such as Yang Jian, Emperor Wuyuan, Princess Le'an, have deep scars on their bodies and hearts. Just like this scar, it is afraid that it will be difficult to heal for the rest of their lives, and every time they touch it, they can turn up old things. Carrying those old things, Gala could not imagine what Yang Jian felt when he agreed to save her father and plead for the Gao cousin in front of Emperor Wuyuan.

I'm afraid it can't be done just by having a broad mind.

Gala felt distressed and regretted it. He stroked the scars with his fingertips, and warm tears rolled down on Yang Jian's back and slowly rolled down.

Her heart was in a state of turmoil and she slowly hugged Yang Jian from behind, her throat gushing and her voice was choked.

"What happened before was that the Fu family and Gao family were ashamed of His Highness, ashamed of the Supreme Emperor and the Princess." She pressed against Yang Jian's shoulder and whispered: "I am very sorry for what they have done." Tears fell like a broken thread. She hugged Yang Jian tightly and choked up. It was the sin committed by her grandfather and grandfather. At that time, she was even a member of the Gao family.

When Yang Jian lost his mother, when he lost his brother, and when he endured the intentional bullying of his cousin in the Gao family, what was she doing?

She can't do anything.

The little thoughts that helped Yang Jian at that time seemed to be worth mentioning at this moment. It was like the other party was burned with a hot iron and was soaked by a hot soldering iron, and she could only come up and hand a piece of candy to comfort her, which was useless. She couldn't stop it, and she couldn't help it. At this moment, it was like a blunt knife slashing by, which was heartbreaking.

...

Hot tears fell on the chest and slid into the lower abdomen.

Yang Jian's body was slightly stiff, and he only raised his right hand to hold her.

"Those things have nothing to do with you." His eyes were deep and his voice was hoarse.

"But I still feel guilty." Gala said softly, "King Xin has passed away, and there is only His Highness in front of the Supreme Emperor. The dead cannot be resurrected, and it is even more difficult for me to compensate for the sins of my grandfather and grandfather. I don't want His Highness to have a fight with his close relatives again. When you return to the capital, if your Highness encounters something, patiently discuss with the Supreme Emperor, okay?"

"Okay, promise you." Yang Jian said hoarsely, buckled her fingers in his palm, and whispered: "If Mother Mother sees you, she will definitely like it."

"I have also heard of Empress Wenhui being kind and kind back then."

Yang Jian nodded and said no more.

He had chewed the past countless times. When he went to Luantai Temple with Gala, he even asked the abbot for advice.

The past is never recovered, and he knows more than anyone else.

Therefore, it is particularly important to take care of the person you love in front of you.

Yang Jian turned around, his eyes rolled, wiped away Gala's tears, and said hoarsely: "If you cry again, you will not be able to heal you."

Gala sniffed, feeling a little embarrassed.

Since her mother passed away, she rarely cried again. She had held her breath under heavy pressure before, and even felt stingy in tears, and refused to let it shed. Today, she was fighting fiercely against the enemy, and her emotions were fluctuating. It was indeed rare to cry on Yang Jian like this.
Chapter completed!