The soldier pulled up the video.
Huo Jinnan gripped Qin Huan's hand tightly, his eyes fixed on the screen.
At the moment the fighter jet crashed, Qin Huan clearly felt the grip on her hand tighten.
She bit her lip, not daring to look at him, only holding onto his large palm firmly, feeling it grow gradually colder, trying hard to warm it.
Huo Jinnan stared intently, his thin lips pressed together, sharp as a blade.
Qin Huan felt somewhat breathless and looked at Huo Qichang to one side, who was standing there, looking even worse than Huo Jinnan.
In fact, he cared about his wife and son, but some burdens weighed so heavily on him that he didn't choose to protect his family.
Huo Qichang, seeing Qin Huan looking at him, had an unnatural expression on his face, turned away, and then realized his eyes were moist.
Adong—
I'm sorry, son. Your father isn't a good husband, nor a good father!