Huo Yichen turned around when he heard no reply.
He realized that it was Nan Qiao standing behind him.
The girl standing at the door came against the light. At this moment, the sun was rising. Under the sunlight, the girl's hair was suffused with a warm golden color. It was so dazzling and bright.
Huo Yichen reined in his emotions and stood up. "Why are you here?"
"I…" Nan Qiao didn't know what to say.
Without Huo Yichen's cover, there was a black and white photo in the middle of the living room. It was Mother Huo.
In the end, she could only say, "I'm here to see if there's anything I can help with."
The dead could not be resurrected. Nan Qiao wanted to comfort Huo Yichen, but when she thought of the pain of losing his mother, she could not say anything.
Huo Yichen poured a glass of water for Nan Qiao and invited her to sit on the dilapidated sofa.
