Luo Luo hugged the letter and cried silently.

She always wanted to tell him that she had always loved him......

……

Fifteen years ago.

Luo Luo is still a girl who looks like a student, with a watermelon head and a standard school uniform on her body, she hides in the corner of her house, sad and wronged.

At this time, her father, who had been single and grew up with her, had just died in the line of duty, and she hid in her bedroom, looking at the floor, only thinking that her father didn't want her anymore.

She always felt that her father took the police profession too seriously, and he repeatedly risked his life, and whenever he was injured, she would comfort him and tell him not to get hurt, not to die, so that he would not be the only one left in this world.

She always felt that her father didn't love her enough.

If she was 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 the time, in the living room on his father's funeral hall, many of his father's colleagues were mourning for him, in addition to the police circle, because the activities that his father participated in this time involved national security, so many soldiers also came to put a stick of incense on him.

She looked out through the gap in her bedroom.

Dad, look, you still have an accident after all, look, you have an accident, the state is just here to put incense on you, but can they take care of me instead of you?

No......

They are all hypocrites......

I'm the only one left in this world......

Luo Luo during the rebellious period always felt that everyone in this world was sorry for her......

Then, with a creak, the door opened, and then Luo Luo saw the young man who looked as if he had stepped down from a comic, and the probe came in.

That young man, who seemed to have sunshine behind him, was so good-looking that Luo Luo, a person who thought he was good-looking, felt dwarfed in front of him.

She stared at the boy with wide eyes.

The boy walked over, lifted a stretch of his pants so he could pause, and then the boy crouched down face to face with her.

"Why aren't you crying?" The teenager was curious.

Luo Luo gave him a fierce look, "Why am I crying?" ”

"The martyr, not your father?"

"Yes and what? He's dead, why should I cry? He won't live for me, so why should I cry for him? Luo Luo straightened his neck, very aggrieved.

When the young man heard this, his peach blossom eyes lifted, and his smiling expression suddenly froze.

He looked a little arrogant, "You look down on him? ”

Luo Luoleng snorted, "That's right! He's a drunkard, a gambler! ”

Dad can't earn a high salary, the family is just barely getting by every month, and his job is very dangerous, but Luo Luo has always felt that he is a hypocrisy.

There is no need for a person like him in this world to maintain justice, he is too hypocritical.

The young man's face was even colder, so cold that Luo Luo felt very cold when he saw it.

She craned her neck, "What are you going to do?" ”

The boy didn't say anything more, just grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up.

Luo Luo was very surprised, the boy looked only a little taller than her, and the boy was at the age of striking, so the whole person looked very thin, Luo Luo didn't expect that this young man who looked lighter than himself would lift her up with one hand.

Then the boy carried her out of the bedroom and threw her in the doorway.

Then the boy threw a sackcloth on her body and ordered, "Put it on." ”