Xu Cheng looked at the surveillance camera in the corner and continued to touch Lin Chuxue's hand as if nothing had happened.
It was already a little warm, her skin was no longer dried out and was starting to feel soft and smooth.
When Xu Cheng raised his head, he saw his mask through the glass reflection and his heart suddenly ached.
His hand was still as pale as a piece of paper compared to Lin Chuxue and the professor had no idea how to diagnose it but to say, "There's no underlying cause for your albinism, unfortunately there's unlikely to be a cure."
