They Are My Home

Su Shen swallowed his food, casting a somewhat pitiful glance at the rough man beside him. "Your canned food can't compare to mine," he said, "but you wouldn't understand."

Commander Huo flicked the ash off his cigarette, a look of disdain on his face. "I asked you to stay with me in the capital, but you refused. You went back south alone, and you've changed. I can't stand to see you like this. Are you wearing perfume?"

Commander Huo's face was full of disgust, but Su Shen didn't mind. He continued to eat his canned fruit, his thoughts drifting to Gu Zi, who was waiting for him at home.

Gu Zi was a delicate and gentle woman. Wherever she was, the place was clean and fragrant. Even her wardrobe, filled with her clothes, exuded a faint floral scent. Su Shen's clothes, stored in the same wardrobe, naturally absorbed this fragrance. The scent was refreshing and soothing.