His fingers had distinct joints and were sickly white. His face was sickly white too. It was pointy and no longer round. For an adult male in his twenties, he did not have the strength of a man at all. Instead, he looked very skinny. However, his eyes were still clear and sharp, as if he could see into the depths of a person's soul.
He stared blankly at the pair of hands. He had never thought that someone who had died for so many years would actually appear in front of him.
That person was the man that Huanhuan had always loved deeply.
He was still alive. He was really still alive.
The so-called resemblance was not similar, but it was him.
In an instant, Jin Changning's expression became unfathomable.
Because there were too many things that he could not figure out.
If Huan Huan were to encounter such a thing, she would definitely be overjoyed. She would definitely cry out loud and pounce on him to hug him.
But he was not her.
