She was his prisoner, a sacrifice after the country was destroyed and her family was destroyed. The only difference was that she never mourned for her motherland, nor for any member of the royal family - she had no idea about it, nor did she mourn for it.
Without any worries, there is only one self in this world! It seems that it is separate from oneself and has nothing to do with oneself.
If you can't pity others, you can only pity yourself.
Luo Jia suddenly remembered that night nine years ago, when the little girl carried boiling water to water the flower trees in the palace to death. His eyes fell on her black waterfall-like black hair, and he said slowly: "Fangfei, you have forgotten you."
Are you the princess of the temple? You are not allowed to say a word to any man from the outside world for the rest of your life."
Fangfei's body was trembling slightly.
Luo Jia suddenly felt curious: "Do you always remember who I am?"
She said coldly: "You are Luojia, the king of the Northern Kingdom."
Luo Jia was slightly angry: "How dare you call me by my name? I am your father! When you were a child, you called me father."
"Now, I also call you 'Father'!"
The word "Father" was a strong one. She thought, how long will he continue to pretend?
Luo Jia's eyes fell from her to the book open on the ground, and his expression suddenly changed.
"Fangfei, give me the book."
She took a step back, as if nothing had happened, as if saying, "If you want it, just take it yourself."
The order issued by Luojia for the first time was invalid, and he bent down to pick up the book with some resentment. He was not looking at the first beautiful girl like Andre; instead, he turned to the last page,
Looking at that little girl's voice, narrow eyes, tired brows, and single eyelids, she is set off with infinite innocence and vitality. She is not a beautiful woman, but the pure expression on her face is unforgettable - that is
His little sister.
She was like the most docile lamb, waiting for her fate without any complaint, even so pious. He would never forget her calmness for eighteen years. The young lady said: I am the daughter of God, serving my Lord.
It's my glory, don't cry for me. But the moment she was thrown into the fire, she cried - despite using a lot of intoxicating drugs, she still woke up, struggling desperately in the sea of fire, shouting, that kind of
He will never forget the pain that penetrated his bones!