Chapter 687 Delayed Birthday Gift
- Nan Huaijin remained motionless, his head still bowed, the red sunset casting a fiery glow on his short hair, turning it from pink to a deep red, like a burning flame, intense and scorching.
- "Huo Jia is alive," he said lazily, "Nothing else matters except for Huo Jia's life."
- I reached into my bag and pulled out a photo, handing it to him. He glanced at it, furrowing his brow, "What's this?"