He stubbornly wiped the wallet, yet refused to look at the documents inside.
The policeman sighed softly, stepped aside, and didn't disturb him further.
Fu Nancheng held the wallet for a long time, but even though he didn't want to look, out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently glimpsed a photo inside the wallet.
It was a photo of her and him, a selfie taken at the Trevi Fountain in Rome.
His eyes were moist, misted over with a haze of water, as he shook his head with a light smile: "Xiao Mo, you're so naughty, how could you give our photo to others? Even if... even if you don't love me anymore, you shouldn't give our photo to others, right..."
Other personnel hurried back and forth, busy with their work.
Only Fu Nancheng stood there alone, like a madman, holding the charred wallet and talking to himself.
"This is the victim's phone."
Fu Nancheng lifted his gaze and saw a phone on the ground, reduced to a pile of fragments, losing his focus again.
