The man's long fingers paused before he pulled it out.
It was an envelope.
Mo Nanjue squinted his eyes slightly, with one arm still around Tong Ran. He placed the envelope aside, gently lifted Tong Ran's head, placed a pillow under it, and covered her with a thin blanket before sitting up softly.
By this time, the night had gradually deepened, and the wind outside was strong. Mo Nanjue walked over to the desk, sat down, and turned on the small lamp.
The envelope was very ordinary, but the corners had turned yellow, indicating it had been there for a long time.
The seal was taped, and Mo Nanjue, not having the patience to pry it open, tore it directly, gripping the envelope's sides as he shook out its contents.
Three photographs slid onto the glass tabletop.
The man frowned and reached out to pick them up, visibly startled for a moment.
The first photo was of Tong Ran, appearing to be around eleven or twelve years old, with twin ponytails and a sweet smile.
