It was Li Tianming's first day at the laboratory, and the place was still a mess, barely tidied up.
Yet he was already thinking about researching ways to keep Qin Siyang alive.
A wave of warmth surged through Qin Siyang's heart.
This wasn't the first time he had felt that warmth move him to his core.
He had felt it when Li Tianming came to save his life.
When the two of them worked together outside the Safe Zone.
When Li Tianming publicly supported him at the meeting.
Everything they had experienced over the past six months had brought Qin Siyang closer and closer to this potbellied man with a bald crown.
He had gradually developed a certain feeling toward Li Tianming.
But he couldn't put it into words.
Because he didn't know what that feeling was.
He only knew that whenever he saw the man, he felt utterly secure and at ease.
Anyone else would probably have recognized it immediately as something akin to familial affection.
But Qin Siyang didn't know.
He had lived two lives and had plenty of experience.
He knew the burning feelings he had felt while pursuing Li Jingwen were love, and that the closeness he felt whenever he saw Zhao Sifang was friendship.
But he was an orphan.
He knew nothing of relatives.
Let alone the fatherly and motherly love humanity had praised for thousands of years. To him, they were no different from ghosts-
Things he had only ever heard of, never seen.
Now.
Facing Li Tianming, that sense of security, peace of mind, and gratitude blended together.
The unfamiliar emotion rising within him made him realize something.
Perhaps this was the familial affection he had never known or understood.
Familial affection?
The corners of Qin Siyang's mouth lifted slightly.
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