When Xu Tingchuan got home, it was already 10 p.m. Ni Sitian was watching the news on TV.

She had been watching the news about the Damascus airport bombing all day. The death toll was rising, and many people were blown to pieces, their flesh torn to pieces, probably unrecognizable even to their closest relatives.

"How is it? Any news about Shen Muzhi?" Ni Sitian greeted Xu Tingchuan as soon as he returned, asking as she helped him take off his coat.

Xu Tingchuan shook his head, sat down wearily, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples.

Ni Sitian pursed her lips and furrowed her brow, not daring to ask any more questions.

She walked behind Xu Tingchuan, raised her hand and gently massaged his temples, trying to soothe his emotions. She whispered comfortingly, "Maybe Damascus is too chaotic right now, so it's not easy to contact you. You're tired today too, let's think of something tomorrow."

Xu Tingchuan closed his eyes. It did feel a bit better with her massaging him like that, but he still couldn't shake off his worries.

He and Pei Yang contacted the hotel where Shen Muzhi was staying. The receptionist said that Shen Muzhi had checked out before dawn and had asked the hotel to call a car to the airport. The hotel doorman also saw him get into the car.

They could no longer hope that he hadn't gone to the airport; all they could do now was wait for the casualty list to come out.

"Have you contacted Xiang Zhilan?" Xu Tingchuan opened his eyes, took Ni Sitian's hand, and turned to look at her.

"Yes, Zhi Lan is at Tongxin Welfare Home now. I've already told her about Shen Muzhi." Ni Sitian finished speaking, her brows furrowing slightly. She had called Zhi Lan again in the evening and felt that she seemed a bit strange, which made her a little worried.

I originally planned to wait for Xu Tingchuan to come back so we could go there together, but I didn't expect him to come back so late.

Just as Ni Sitian was about to bring up the matter again, Xu Tingchuan spoke first: "Let's go see her tomorrow."

“Yeah, I think so too. I’ve always felt that Zhi Lan has been acting strangely since the annual meeting. I don’t know what happened between her and Shen Muzhi.” Ni Sitian sighed softly and massaged Xu Tingchuan’s shoulders and neck. “You must be tired today. Get some rest. Maybe we’ll have news about Shen Muzhi soon.”

Xu Tingchuan nodded, got up, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

Ni Sitian bent down and picked up Xu Tingchuan's coat hanging on the back of the chair, preparing to shake it flat. As soon as she shook it, a business card floated out.

She bent down to pick up the business card and inadvertently glanced at it, noticing that it read "Director Sun Xuehua, Infertility Specialist Hospital." Her heart clenched; Xu Tingchuan was still seeing a doctor. Going to such a hospital alone must be tough for him.

Ni Sitian bit her lip, put the business card back in his suit, and casually walked to the bedroom to hang up the suit.

After Xu Tingchuan finished showering and lay down on the bed, Ni Sitian leaned over and hugged him.

She really wanted to tell him not to force himself to see a doctor, that she didn't care, but she was afraid his pride wouldn't be able to take it. Unless he told her himself, she could only pretend she didn't know.

"Go to sleep." Xu Tingchuan lowered his head and kissed Ni Sitian's forehead.

Ni Sitian closed her eyes, lost in thought, and fell asleep against his chest.

The next morning, after getting up and having breakfast, the two drove to Tongxin Welfare Home.

Upon entering the orphanage, the two saw Zhi Lan leading the children in their work.

Xiang Zhilan looked up and saw the two of them. She coaxed the children a few times and then got up and walked over.