Fu Sinian looked at the time. It was already five in the afternoon. He didn't return to the company but went straight to his residence.
In the past, when Shi Qian was around, he felt like he lived at home.
Now, he still felt that it was just a residence.
It turned out that only with Qian Qian would he feel at home.
After returning, Fu Sinian went to take a shower and threw the clothes he had worn today into the trash can.
There were still some ingredients in the fridge. Looking at a few tomatoes, he suddenly thought of Shi Qian's mother teaching him to make tomato soup.
Then, uncontrollably, he pictured the explosion.
His head suddenly hurt and he fell into darkness. He had to hold on to the stove to keep from falling to the ground.
It took a moment for him to recover. His face was pale. The pain in his heart surged like a tide. Before one wave was over, another rose.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
