It's been a long time since they last met, and An Hao and Yan Ye, the teacher and student duo, couldn't stop talking once they saw each other.
The main focus of their conversation was naturally Yan Ye's hand.
"Mr. Yan, how's your hand? It's been almost a year; you must be mostly recovered by now?"
Seeing An Hao so concerned, Yan Ye didn't hide anything: "Returning to the previous state is very difficult. I'm afraid when it comes to fine surgeries, I might not…"
"That's such a pity." An Hao felt deeply sorry for Yan Ye. He must have gone through a lot of mental struggles this past year.
"It's okay. I've come to terms with it. From now on, my focus at work will be teaching and educating people!" Yan Ye said, lifting the corners of his mouth into a smile with a dash of carefree spirit.
"That's good. What I worry about the most is your state of mind! Seeing you so open-minded now puts me at ease too!" An Hao said.
