"..." Aldana Candi lowered her head, glanced at the pathology report a few times, and then slowly raised her head to look at Yippi Cooper. "But that doesn't mean her corneal transplant will fail this time."
Yippi Cooper was taken aback, seemingly not expecting her to guess so quickly the reason she had been invited here.
He instinctively raised his head to glance at the man seated at the desk. The man leaned back there, casually smoking, shadows playing across his face. His pale skin carried a cold, cutting sharpness in the damp air.
Like a finely crafted statue.
He seemed indifferent to their conversation.
Aldana Candi slowly raised her hand, rolled up the pathology report, and tossed it into the trash. She stood up from the sofa, expressionless, and said to Yippi Cooper, "I roughly understand what you mean. But I'm sorry, I won't agree to this."
