In his memory, he also had an older sister.

But the memories that that person left him are really very few.

Less than ...... He couldn't even remember her face anymore.

He also searched the Internet for Luo Zhiying's current appearance, but the women who were riddled with all kinds of negative scandals on the Internet were not very similar to the women who existed as "sisters" in his memory.

He has a good memory since he was a child, but his impression of Luo Zhiying is very light.

When he grew up, Luo Juntian took out the family photos from his childhood to show him, and he felt very strange.

From the age of seven to the current fifteen, his memories are all about Luo Nanchu's hard work for him, and her kindness to him.

In his memory, he only had one sister.

But she died.

Sometimes he was angry that Luo Nanchu died in a place he couldn't see without hesitation. This kind of anger is very childish and ridiculous, but he is indeed a little angry with Luo Nanchu.

Angry that she left him alone, angry that she left him and Guoguo so young in this strange world, angry that she never even gave him a chance to say goodbye.

But he was even more angry that Luo Juntian didn't take him to her funeral, angry that Fu Tingyuan didn't take good care of her, angry that he didn't have the ability, and made her work so hard for him when she was alive.

She hid so many things in order for him to have a good childhood, and even her divorce from Fu Tingyuan was something he didn't realize until much later.

In this world, there will never be a better sister than Luo Nanchu.

Luo Yi hugged the little fruit and closed his eyes a little sadly.

Late at night, Fu Tingyuan came out of the study and saw the maid carefully carrying Guoguo out of Luo Yi's bedroom.

The little girl was already asleep, wearing a little pink pajamas, and when she fell asleep, she was still holding a little SpongeBob SquarePants doll in her arms.

The hair is soft and hanging down on the face, the skin is delicate and fair, and the cute one is like a little angel.

For Xiao Fengting's little girl, Fu Tingyuan was very envious before, and after Luo Nanchu died, he was even more envious.

So Guoguo called him daddy, and he naturally responded and shamelessly enjoyed the pleasure of being a father.

"Mr. Fu," the maid was a little nervous when she saw him, afraid that he would blame, and explained to him in a low voice, "Guoguo is sleeping in Young Master Yi's room, and I will send her back to the bedroom." ”

Fu Tingyuan nodded lightly, and calmly instructed: "Be light, don't wake her up." ”

The servant nodded, "Yes." ”

He went into the bedroom.

All the furnishings in the bedroom are still the same as when Luo Nanchu left.

He went into the bathroom to take a shower, then went to bed with his bathrobe on.

He never smoked in this room, for fear that the smell of smoke would overshadow the smell of the room.

The pillow and duvet cover were all used by Luo Nanchu, and he used the same laundry detergent to clean them, but he couldn't get the smell at the beginning.

He leaned back on the head of the bed and looked at Sam.

The once brand-new dolls are now faded and worn out, and whatever is is lost beyond recognition with the passage of time, just as he has to face the fact that everything is slowly dissipating no matter how much he tries to keep the furnishings in this room.

Nothing is immortal.

It's only been three years.

He had to admit that there was actually no taste of Luo Nanchu in the room.