After dinner, Qiao An brought Huo Xiaoran to her father, Falcon's apartment. The apartment was assigned by the police unit. Falcon had chosen to live in the apartment for the past few years and had dedicated the light and heat of the rest of his life to work.
Huo Xiaoran looked at the tall building. Dark yellow light seeped out of the dense windows. It was obvious that it was a small apartment.
Huo Xiaoran felt rather uncomfortable. His father had been running around his entire life and was unwilling to go home and enjoy life even when he was old. Everyone said that he had let his wife and son down, but Xiaoran realized that he had let himself down even more.
