"Fiona, what's wrong?" Wang looked at the stupefied expression on Fiona's face and asked.
Fiona came to her senses, smiled and said, "... It's nothing. I don't want to cook today at noon. Can you cook for me?"
"Okay." Wang nodded.
Fiona rubbed her head and said, "My head hurts a little. I'll go in and lie down for a while."
She entered the bedroom, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared. She leaned against the door and slid to the ground as if she had lost her strength. She looked blankly at the ground, and tears streamed down her face as she didn't realize what had happened.
Wang... had been dead for a long time.
He had been dead for a long time!
It was not the so-called Wang who was sick at all, but herself. Every day, she thought that the thing with the particle was a medicine for curing delusional diseases...
What a joke!
A great sorrow spread from the bottom of her heart, and she grabbed her heart, almost unable to breathe.