Generals and Puppet Emperors

I was stunned.

The hand held by Aman was like a fluffy feather, without feeling. My body was hard enough before, but now it was as stiff as a rock.

Aman took the initiative to hug me!

Aman's body is so petite and cute!

Aman with red eyes is also cute!

From this angle, I could just see half of Aman's cheek. Although the light was dim, I noticed that Aman's eyes were as red as rabbit eyes, and the eyeballs were rolling in their sockets.

I don't like people to cry, because once they cry, no matter how delicate their makeup is, it will fade away. Men cry indescribably ugly, with tears and snot all smeared on their clothes. I know these men are fighting to die on the battlefield I can empathize with the mourning of my comrades-in-arms, but I feel that silent mourning and working hard to live are what the spirits of those dead soldiers want us to do.

Perhaps it is because of this that I can become a general who commands soldiers.

But when Aman cried, I didn't hate it. Her grief was deep, and tears that could no longer be suppressed fell down her cheeks.

As she cried, she called my name intermittently, which contained the pain of being forcibly ripened by worldly things. A princess is no more favored than a prince. Never got on the right track.The prince raised in the palace may be very precocious, but Aman is a very favored princess. She has always been able to get what she wants easily and live happily.

My Aman was originally an immature seedling, which should have been sheltered by the dense forest and bathed in light and heat, but at this moment it could only tremble and be exposed to the wind and rain.

"Liangzi..." she called my name, "Father, brother... are all dead... only me is left, next time, next time..."

She raised her red eyes, and her expression was extremely calm for a moment: "Next time, it's my turn to die." She seemed to have seen through it, and when she said that she would die, there was no panic or fear in her voice.

"No." I replied following her words, touched her head, and let her head rest comfortably in my arms.

Of course not, my Aman.

I want to kiss her, to kiss away her tears, and I also want to kiss her lips, so that she will willingly forget the curse she said to herself.My Aman is going to live a long life, and they all have a very long lifespan. Her father and brother are just exceptions in this generation.

Aman said my name, and I thought later that she remembered my name, which made me jump with joy.

"No!" Aman suddenly screamed like a small animal, all emotions burst and overflowed, "I will die... I will die-my brother was killed by a cup of poisoned tea, and I will die too! "

what……

I couldn't comfort her with words, because I was an overly dull guy, so I just hugged Aman tightly and let her vent all her sorrow.

The reason why pain is pain is that it will lessen as time goes by, but it can also become a scar that grabs my heart all the time. I think, all I can do is try my best to use my happiness to pass them back cover.

I watched Aman quietly at this moment.

I have the same experience as her, and I should have loved her as my sister.

But... I suddenly wanted to touch my heart, and I felt a little proud while feeling distressed.

I'm so responsible that I can't even figure out what I'm trying to write.