civilwarnovels Chapter 332 is required
Chapter 332 is required
Chapter 332 is required
"Little Lola? Why are you back so early today?"
Upon hearing this, Tuscarola looked at the person who had spoken.
Loloti was tearing bread into small pieces and soaking them in the hot porridge.
He can no longer eat any solid food; he cannot eat anything unless it is soaked until it can be swallowed directly.
Tuscarola didn't speak, but just stared quietly at Lolotti.
Loloti narrowed his eyes, his expression growing increasingly serious.
He braced himself against the table, seemingly intending to stand up, but ultimately failed.
He then beckoned to Tuscalola: "Little Lola, come here."
Tuscarola walked over and stood in front of the other person.
"Little Lola, where are your glasses?" Lolo asked. "It's not safe here. Not many people see green-eyed people as human. You should hide your identity."
Tuscarola shook his head: "I'm not Lola, I'm Tuscarola."
She is naturally green-eyed, so why would she pretend to be an Asian?
This is not her hometown; there is no one she cares about here, and no one who cares about her. She must draw a clear line.
And danger—...she is not afraid of danger.
"Little Lola, what's wrong? What happened?" Lola asked. "Your eyes are bloodshot, your eye bags are swollen, and you've cried. Why are you crying?"
Tuscarola shook his head: "I don't want to talk about it."
"Well—in that case, I won't force you," Lolotti said in a low voice, "but—Little Lola, if there's anything I can do to help you, just ask."
Tuscarola thought for a moment: "Is there anything you want to study? Do you want to go to the library? Or do you need me to collect materials for you?"
"Lolo, just tell me what to do, and I'll do my best to help you now—"
".—Little Lola—"
"I mean it, right now I'll put all my attention on you, and I'll be your best assistant—"
"Little Lola!"
Loloti suddenly raised his voice, interrupting Tuscarola.
Then he started panting heavily, and eventually he even had trouble speaking loudly.
He shakily raised his left arm and took Tuscarola's hand:
"I won't abandon you, little Lola, don't worry. I don't know what you've been through, but please believe my promise. You're my assistant, not my servant. And I don't have anything to research for the time being, so you should rest well."
Don't call me Laura anymore. Laura lowered her head. Laura is dead.
She could clearly tell that Loloti was trying to comfort her.
But her heart was still filled with unease.
Tuscarola felt an emptiness inside; Lolotti's meager feeding was simply not enough to fill that huge void.
But she really didn't like this feeling, and she wanted to actively fill it up.
She also placed her other hand on the back of Lolotti's hand:
"Loloti, how about we get married?"
Lolotti suddenly coughed, and Tuscarola could even hear the sound of thick phlegm sliding.
It took Loloti a long time to catch his breath before he could recover.
He frowned, looking directly into Scarola's eyes:
"Why would you think that way? I've never seen you from a male perspective."
"That's not important. You're probably disappointed because of what happened to Horphy."
"Regret—yes," Lolo nodded, "but life is always full of regrets."
"Since that's the case, I'll help you make up for your regret. I know about your relationship with Huo Fei, and I've read the letter she left you. I know what kind of person she is. I can impersonate her, and you can pretend to be her, isn't that enough?"
"No, Lola!"
Lolotti finally stopped calling Tuscarola "little," but Tuscarola wasn't happy because she felt pushed away again.
"I can do it. After I marry you, you will be the only one in my eyes. I can kiss you, right now."
After saying that, Tuscarola stared at Lolotti's lips, pouted, closed her eyes, and leaned in.
However, she felt resistance coming from her shoulder.
"No, little Lola, oh my god, who hurt you like this?" Lolotti said sadly. "You can't be Horfi, and you don't need to be Horfi. I can't accept you, and don't talk about this anymore."
Tuscarola composed himself, turned his head, and looked out the window.
The miasma trees completely blocked out everything in the forest, their shade forming a continuous expanse that blocked out all sunlight.
As expected, Tuscarola thought... nobody needs me, "Little Lola!"
Tuscarola suddenly felt his shoulder being violently shaken.
She then came to her senses and looked at the old man in front of her.
Lolotti's eyes were full of pity, but Tuscarola didn't need anyone's pity.
"Little Lola—" Lolotti's voice was a little hoarse, "No matter what you've been through, no matter what you'll encounter in the future,
I want you to do one thing for me. Can you promise me?
Tuscarola nodded.
"I hope you can take care of yourself."
Take care of yourself.
Laura remembered that this was the last thing Aaron said to her.
No! I am not Laura!
Tuscarola shook her head violently, trying to clear all thoughts of Aaron from her mind, otherwise she would be reminded of some heartless woman.
"Lola?" Lolotti urged.
Tuscarola had no choice but to nod.
But how exactly should we take care of ourselves?
Lolo laughed: "I believe you, little Lola, please don't go back on your word."
I am Tuscarola.
She nodded.
"Thank you, little Lola. You have no idea how important you are to me. With your help, I was able to complete my research. You have also carried on my legacy."
"More importantly, it is because of your existence that I am able to put an end to my affair with Horphy."
"I—" Tuscarola took a step forward, "Am I really that important? Do you really need me?"
"Of course, little Lola, meeting you is absolutely my good fortune, I'm certain of that. So you should take even better care of yourself."
Tuscarola nodded.
Perhaps Lolotti was lying to her, but at this moment, she would rather be lied to.
"So—is there anything you need me to do now?"
"Well, there's nothing for you to do for now, at least not today."
Tuscarola lowered his head in disappointment.
"How about you clear the table for me later?"
"Great!" Tuscarola exclaimed excitedly.
Lolotti continued to enjoy his lunch slowly, with Tuscarola waiting beside him.
After he finished eating, she immediately cleaned up.
Then they asked, "What's next?"
"I suddenly feel so tired, I want to rest."
"Shall I help you back to your room?"
"It's alright, just sit here and rest—so, little Lola, could I ask you to have dinner?"
"Um!"
Loloti began to lean back in his chair to rest.
Tuscarola, on the other hand, returned to his room.
She had a goal.
I must cook a delicious meal tonight!
The afternoon was long, so Tuscarola spent it reading.
She had to read books; once she stopped using her brain, her thoughts would always drift in a certain direction.
Once the ordeal was finally over, Tuscarola immediately went out.
Lolo looked really tired; he was still leaning back in his chair.
Tuscarola then went into the kitchen and began cooking.
She felt content at that moment; she was needed!
But only Loloti still needs her.
She placed the food on the table and called out:
"Loloti, dinner is ready."
But Lolotti was sleeping so soundly that Tuscarola went over and tried to shake him.
However, with just a slight exertion, Lolotti tilted to one side.
Even after falling, Loloti showed no signs of waking up.
Tuscarola walked over, squatted down in front of Lolotti, and gazed at his aged face.
She just stared at it without moving.
As the sun set and the room grew dark, until she could see nothing at all, Tuscarola suddenly realized what had happened.
Ah—Loloti is dead.
Who will need me in the future?