Amidst the sound of flowing water, the text message on the screen came into view word by word.
The child is gone... The child is gone...
Fu Nancheng was a bit dazed, nearly losing his balance. With a 'crack', his phone slipped from his large hands and fell to the ground, yet the screen remained lit.
He heavily supported himself on the edge of the sink, slightly hunched over, his eyes bloodshot, staring hard at the text message on the screen, his eye sockets sore.
The child is gone... Is the child really gone?
He slowly lowered his gaze, a teardrop falling from the corner of his eye.
The large hand resting on the edge of the sink clenched tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand, as if he was desperately holding back.
How could it... How could it just be gone?
"Ah!!!" he let out a low roar, punching the edge of the sink heavily, the joints on the back of his hand turning a bruised blue and purple.
