"Zhizhi?" Fu Yinli's voice came through the phone's speaker.
Su Lingzhi replied, "It's me, this number belongs to Xiaoxi."
"Where are you hurt?"
"Optic nerve, the doctor says the vision can be restored in at least two months."
"Does it hurt?"
"It's alright now." Not wanting to seem too delicate, nor let him worry too much.
But, the moment her voice fell, there was a long silence on the other end.
Su Lingzhi's heart cooled down inch by inch until his voice sounded again.
"Zhizhi, wait for me for another half a month, I'll come back to see you," Fu Yinli's voice was heavy, his brows furrowed tightly as he took a hard drag on his cigarette, unable to quell his inner frustration.
At this moment, it was pouring rain in England, and he stood atop an office building.
He paused the meeting upon receiving a call from Housekeeper Zhao and returned to the office to confirm the situation.
