"Who are you?"
Xu Yang "looked" at the young man, feeling that his face was familiar, but the name had slipped his mind.
Since he called himself "old classmate," he must indeed be a classmate. Xu Yang just couldn't remember if he was from high school or junior high school...
"Don't you recognize me?"
The young man was initially annoyed, but when he saw Xu Yang's tightly closed eyes, he couldn't help but be taken aback: "Old classmate, what's wrong with your eyes?"
Xu Yang's eyes had already recovered a bit.
He could already feel the sunlight on his eyelids, but his vision had not fully returned; it was still blurry, and the pain from opening his eyes persisted, so he kept them closed out of habit.
Xu Yang said, "I caught a bit of a cold recently, but it's not a big deal, I'll be fine in a while... Your voice sounds very familiar, are you... "
Since that was the case.
He might as well pretend to be blind to ease the awkwardness.
"I'm Yang Fan."
