Su Ronggui still returned to Hongliu Road.
It was already noon, and the elementary school students were holding hands as they walked home.
He paused in front of the house at the alley entrance without going in and continued walking forward. Unexpectedly, he glanced inside a hot pot restaurant as if he shared a telepathic connection with someone inside.
By the window, a man and a woman were sitting down to eat hot pot.
Hao Ren and her.
Hao Ren had gone out in the morning and was back now for lunch...
She accidentally tossed something into the hot pot, causing oil to splash onto her face. Hao Ren took a tissue and wiped it for her, and she actually tilted her face up, allowing him to wipe...
Su Ronggui stood outside the window, with a deep surge of pain in his heart like a crashing wave.
The people around were bustling; the noisy elementary school students pushed past him like flocks of ducklings, but he felt the world was empty, leaving only him.
Truly, was it only him left?
