Lu Ping'an's vacation came quickly and ended even quicker.
On the afternoon of the second day after he fell, he started working again.
Since the blood had stopped and the red cloth was removed, Lu Ping'an casually wore plain glasses, slightly concealing his aberration.
"Can you really see...?"
"I can see." The same conversation happened again, and Lu Ping'an sighed impatiently.
But it's no wonder people were surprised.
Lu Ping'an's pupils were white, and his eyes were as translucent as jade, but his gaze was expressionless, as if...
"...Are your eyeballs really not prosthetics?" No matter how you look at it, Lu Ping'an's eyes seemed to be decorations, at most wearing colored contact lenses or even made of jade.
"No." Lu Ping'an replied impatiently, he had already found a pair of glasses, it seemed that he had to go back and wear sunglasses.
