Finn was led away for an examination by a young nurse, disappearing into the pale light at the end of the corridor.
Lu Mingfei had to make a tremendous effort to rein in his excitement, but the unfamiliarity in He Xiaomeng's eyes as he looked at him made him feel especially miserable.
They sat on a bench in the hospital corridor, the air heavy with the smell of disinfectant.
Caesar pulled a sheet of paper from his coat and handed it to He Xiaomeng. It was He Xiaomeng's file. He had chosen the most basic version, one that looked like an ordinary résumé. He had not brought out the more detailed information; after all, no one would like a stranger who had investigated every detail of their personal life.
He Xiaomeng took the A4 sheet, lowered his eyes to skim a few lines, and lightly raised an eyebrow. "This looks a little like a résumé I submitted—but I didn't write this. It's pretty good, much better than mine. Can I keep it? If I ever want to change jobs, I can use this to apply."
"Be my guest." Caesar spread his hands in a casual gesture.
He Xiaomeng folded the paper in half and slipped it into his pocket. Then he looked up, his gaze passing over both their faces. "Did you come here specifically to find me?"
"We were originally planning to go to your home, but we didn't expect such a coincidence." Caesar tilted his head slightly and nodded toward Lu Mingfei beside him. "More precisely, he was the one looking for you."
He Xiaomeng turned to look at Lu Mingfei. The fluorescent tubes above buzzed, draining the color from his face. He stared at Lu Mingfei for a while, his gaze like someone trying to make out