.....It's Han Han. He has a fever.

Zi Han didn't even know how he found his way to their apartment. His heart was in a mess and so were his emotions.

He just took off his shoes and put on his slippers like it was a regular day. The housekeeping system welcomed him home but Zi Han was like a zombie especially when he had on that ghastly expression. He was completely dead inside.

He walked upstairs and as the door slid open he took off his suit jacket and was about to throw it on the floor when his hand froze mid air. He realised then that his baby didn't like him throwing his clothes everywhere and would always clean up after him. The tears that had just dried up soon began to pour out again. His lips trembled and he broke down.