"I got it."
After Xu Xingguang looked at all the other photos, the two returned.
The palace was really too large. By the time Xu Xingguang and Uncle Xia returned to the main hall, Huo Wen'an had already taken a nap and woken up.
He was wearing black silk pajamas, draped in a black and red checkered robe, his skin cool and pale as he sat weakly in a wheelchair tinkering with his camera.
Upon hearing footsteps, Huo Wen'an maneuvered his wheelchair to turn around, picked up the camera and aimed it at Xu Xingguang at the end of the corridor.
Today, he was using a long zoom lens, and despite being dozens of meters away, he could clearly see Xu Xingguang's expression.
Her brows slightly furrowed, as if she had encountered something difficult. She put down the camera, and when Xu Xingguang walked up, Huo Wen'an teased her with a smile: "You look troubled, did you bump into a ghost in this house?"
