The widow is a curse

Chapter 50 That person... is very similar to my sister!

Looking sideways at the snow on the roof of the palace in the distance.

Duanmu Yaoyang's dusty little face in Xueye Hot Spring flashed before Duanmu Yaoyang's eyes.

"That person... is very similar to my sister!"

As soon as the words came out, he suddenly raised the corners of his lips in a self-deprecating manner.

Why did he want the little emperor to say this!
"Sister? Do you have a sister?!"

Bei Gonghan asked almost instinctively.

Swords and swords flashed in front of his eyes, and Duanmu Yaoyang's eyes on the palace suddenly became icy cold.

"She died ten years ago!"

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder he pampered her so much.

It turned out that he regarded her as a substitute for his younger sister!
"I understand!"

she said softly.

"How do you understand?!"

Duanmu Yaoyang suddenly burst into anger.

How could a pampered and spoiled child understand the pain of watching his loved ones leave!
Bei Gonghan glanced at him sideways.

How can she not understand? !

Just being born is to bear the burden of humiliation, and in the past ten years, has she played like a real child for a moment for a while.

Mother killed everyone for her, killed herself.

The pain in her heart was no less than his.

Taking a breath, Bei Gonghan tried his best to relax his tone.

"Okay, I was just joking with you!

Very good, I like people with affection the most, I hope you will be so loyal to me in the future.

The palace is ahead, see you tomorrow! "

After finishing speaking, she waved her hand to Duanmu Yaoyang, she turned and walked towards the palace not far away.

Watching her back go far away, Duanmu Yaoyang raised his hand to touch the golden ring on his head, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Although he immediately denied Fengxing's speculation, Duanmu Yaoyang knew in his heart that what Fengxing said was not impossible.

Now he was sure that these two people could never be the same person.

The little emperor's eyes and figure are indeed very similar to that boy.

However, no matter in terms of skill, personality, or even eyes, the two are very different.

The little emperor gave him the impression that he was just a spoiled spoiled child.

That boy's wit and skill are not inferior to him, and even his ruthlessness is on par.

"Fortunately, you are really not him!"

Now, even he felt it himself.

How much he cared about the boy who gave him the golden ring on a snowy night!
(End of this chapter)