Long Aotian, the chief of the Jeep Island Police Station, looked at "Liu Bo - Under Surgery" on the display screen outside the operating room door. He no longer had the strength to control his expression. He covered his face, and two lines of tears flowed down from between his fingers.
It's all my fault.
If he hadn't agreed that his senior brother would go on duty with him, his senior brother wouldn't have been injured and fell into a coma.
The day Liu Bo finally regained consciousness, Long Aotian was sitting by the bed peeling apples for him.
"So, you are the new housekeeper?" Liu Bo suddenly spoke on the bed, his voice hoarse and full of doubts.
The apple in Long Aotian's hand almost fell to the ground.
"Brother, what did you say?"
The bandage on Liu Bo's head had not yet been removed. He tried to sit up, but as soon as he stood up, he immediately fell down again: "You should call me Young Master."
Intention: No matter it is the past life, this life, or thousands of parallel times and spaces, there is always a Long Aotian who is guarding Liu Bei who belongs to him to the death.