Qin Luo walked closer.

Only then did he see the wrinkles on the tips of Qin's father's eyes, which were deeply folded.

I could see the silver-white hair he was hiding.

I could see the deep and shallow ravines on his face, and age had left clear marks on his face.

He's really old.

At this point he was no longer a respected professor, just a poor middle-aged man.

At this moment, Qin Luo almost let go of all the resentment, all the hatred, all the scheming in her heart, she was almost about to lose this father who had never loved her, and it was also her only dear relative in this world.

Blood is really a very delicate connection.

She hated him, hated him, but she saw him unconscious

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