Wearing a khaki trench coat, the man in the light was tall and slender.
His expression was calm and composed, and his smile was infectious. It was the face of the man Gu Nianzhi had seen in Ye Xuan's photo!
It was Gu Xiangwen.
It was her father, Gu Xiangwen!
What the hell was going on?!
Just as she was about to ask, the hologram began to speak.
"Today is the XX of X month, year 2XXX. Approximately seven years and three months have passed since the day I pass away."
A pleasant baritone, the voice of the hologram was probably Gu Xiangwen's own voice. It was neither fast nor slow. It was calm, strong, and warm.
But this sentence... this sentence...
The warmth that had just risen from the bottom of Gu Nianzhi's heart was instantly frozen by that sentence.
How could someone use such a tone to announce the news of his death?!
