Wen Suihan could hear a touch of repressed excitement in Huo Man's tone.
Upon hearing the word "prosthesis," his action of pouring himself a drink paused, after all.
However, he soon said to the phone on the table, "Mm, then I'll wait for your good news. Let me know when you're coming back to the country, and I'll pick you up at the airport."
"Okay, Suihan, I'm about to board the plane, bye."
"Mm."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Suihan looked at the ice cubes he had just taken out of the fridge.
Huo Man's words seemed to still echo in his ears.
The two words "prosthesis" touched the most secretive part of Wen Suihan's heart, raw and bleeding.
He carelessly tossed the ice cubes onto the table.
Two or three cubes skidded far across the dining table, meeting in some corner and colliding with each other.
Looking at the red wine in front of him, he suddenly had no desire to drink it at all.
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The next day.
