1200. Chapter 1200 Extra: Luo Luo: I have always loved you very much
Luo Luo hugged the letter from home and burst into tears.
She always wanted to tell him that she had always loved him...
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Fifteen years ago.
Luo Luo was still a student-looking girl with a watermelon head and a standard school uniform. She was hiding in a corner of her house, feeling sad and aggrieved.
At this time, her father, who had been single and raised her up, had just died in the line of duty. She hid in her bedroom, looking at the floor, thinking only that her father no longer wanted her.
She always felt that her father took the police profession too seriously. He repeatedly put himself in danger. Whenever he was injured, she would comfort her father and tell him not to get hurt or die, lest there be only one left in the world.
Own.
She always felt that her father didn't love her enough.
If she was very important to her father, how could he do such a dangerous thing?
But every time, her father would tell her that nothing would happen to him.
Luo Luo didn't cry at that time. At his father's mourning hall in the living room, many of his father's colleagues were mourning him. In addition to the police, because the activities his father participated in this time involved national security, many soldiers also came to burn incense for him.
She looked outside through the gap in the bedroom with cold eyes.
Dad, look, something happened to you after all. Look, something happened to you. The country is just here to offer you incense, but can they take care of me instead of you?
cannot……
They are all hypocrites...
I am the only one left in this world...
During her rebellious period, Luo Luo always felt that everyone in the world felt sorry for her...
Then, with a creak, the door opened, and Luo Luo saw the young man who looked as if he had stepped out of a comic book and poked his head in.
That young man seemed to have sunshine behind him, and he was so good-looking that even Luo Luo, who thought he was good-looking, felt dwarfed in front of him.
She stared at the boy with wide eyes.
The young man came over. He lifted up a section of his trousers so that he could stop. Then, the young man squatted face to face with her.
"Why don't you cry?" The boy was curious.
Luo Luo rolled her eyes at him, "Why should I cry?"
"That martyr is not your father?"
"So what? He's dead, why should I cry? He won't live for me, so why should I cry for him?" Luo Luogeng straightened his neck, feeling aggrieved.
When the young man heard this, his peach blossom eyes widened, and his smiling expression suddenly froze.
He looked a little arrogant, "You look down on him?"
Luo Luo snorted coldly, "Yes! He is just a drunkard and a gambler!"
Dad couldn't earn a high salary, and the family barely made ends meet every month. His job was very dangerous, but Luo Luo always felt that he was being prude.
There is no need for people like him to uphold justice in this world. He is too hypocritical.
The young man's face was even colder, so cold that Luo Luo felt chilled all over when he saw it.
She shrank her neck, "What are you going to do?"
The young man didn't say anything else, he just grabbed her collar and lifted her up.
Luo Luo was surprised. The boy looked only a little taller than her. Moreover, the boy was at the age of having sex, so he looked very thin. Luo Luo didn't expect that this boy who looked even lighter than herself had one hand.
He lifted her up.
Then, the boy carried her out of the bedroom and threw her at the door.
Then, the young man threw a piece of linen clothes on her body and ordered: "Put it on."
