"Here, this is your hot water."
Xia Xiu casually placed a glass of water, still giving off a little steam, in front of the elderly man named Henry. The man sat stiffly upright on a chair in the living room, and Xia Xiu noticed that he kept clutching his black briefcase.
It most likely contained something valuable, such as money.
Judging by his calloused hands, clothing, and bearing, he was probably a manual laborer. His reserved manner also suggested that he was not a local from central Stockholm, but most likely came from the countryside.
Xia Xiu roughly profiled the elderly man before him.
"Ah, thank you... thank you."
Somewhat flustered, Henry expressed his gratitude to the gentle gentleman before him. He picked up the glass of hot water and took a small sip.
It was not too hot. The temperature was just right.
The blond young man maintained his warm smile and spoke to the elderly man, whose tension had eased:
"Mr. Henry, let's continue where we left off."
Perhaps because the hot water had warmed his stomach, Henry was no longer as reserved as before. He opened the briefcase in his arms, took out a stack of white documents, and handed them to Xia Xiu.
Xia Xiu accepted the file from the elderly man. A photograph immediately caught his attention: a sweet-looking woman in a white dress and a beige sun hat stood in a grove of yellowing ginkgo trees, dappled sunlight falling on her through the branches and leaves.
"Lina... died three years ago in a traffic accident."
The blond young man quietly repeated the information in his hands. As he spoke, he instinctively glanced up at the elderly man opposite him. Deep sorrow showed on the man's face, and his figure seemed to grow even more