Chapter 224: The real reason for Lin Han's indifference
Lin Han smiled faintly, but his smile was very gentle, "I'm waiting for you here specially. Are you free? Let's have dinner together?"
Yu Keqing was slightly startled, then readily agreed, "Oh, okay."
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In the western restaurant, the lighting is soft and the atmosphere is elegant.
The soft saxophone floats melodiously in the warm space.
The two of them were sitting in a relatively quiet corner.
Yu Keqing slowly stirred the coffee in the cup, sighing slightly in her heart.
Although she has known Lin Han for 10 years now, this is the first time the two of them have lunch together like this.
Lin Han, who was sitting opposite, was a little silent. He didn't say much for a while, and his eyes always had a solemn look.
"Lin Han, are you worried about something?" she asked tentatively.
Lin Han raised his eyes and looked at her slightly, his eyes a little wandering, "Well... I have something to say to you."
"Well, let's talk about it then."
Lin Han picked up the coffee, took a sip, and thought about it, "I remember you asked me why I am always so indifferent to you?"
Yu Keqing's eyes were stunned. Yes, since he went to the special police academy, he has always been cold to her. She never knew what went wrong, and he never told her.
This important question was weighing on her heart like a heavy cloud.
Lin Han looked at Yu Keqing seriously and thought deeply for a moment, "Actually, being indifferent to you is not because I don't like you, but..."
He paused slightly and took a deep breath, "But... because I like you so much."
Yu Keqing's hand that stirred the coffee suddenly stopped. She was stunned for three seconds and looked up at him in astonishment, with endless doubts in her eyes, "You...what did you say?"
“After graduating from college, I chose the SWAT school because I hoped that one day I could personally capture the murderer of my parents to comfort my parents’ spirits in heaven.
But after attending the SWAT academy, I realized that this profession is far more dangerous than I imagined. It’s just that my father never told my mother and me before.
The life of a special police officer is like walking under the edge of a knife and a gun every day. I never know if I can come back when I leave the house every day. I can never predict which direction the bullet will shoot. Maybe if I close my eyes today, I will still be able to come back.
Can you open your eyes..."
His eyes were filled with unspeakable emotion and sadness, and the unconcealable pain could be expressed in words.