As Han Chengchi thought about it, his entire body began to tremble, pain radiating from every wound, yet nothing could surpass the ache in his heart.
Pain curled Han Chengchi up into a ball on the bed.
The pain made Han Chengchi continually whimper.
However, if one listened closely, the whimpering was distinct and clear.
Enen... Enen... Enen...
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...
After hanging up the phone, Sheng Shi drove aimlessly until his phone rang again. It was his secretary calling about an afternoon meeting, asking if he was attending.
Considering he had nothing else to do, he said he would head to the office now.
Sitting in the chilly meeting room, a manager was eagerly sharing his grand visions, but Sheng Shi couldn't absorb a single word. He simply tilted his head, staring at the empty seat next to him, remembering how not long ago Gu Lanshan had accompanied him to the office and had sat there through a meeting with him.
