When Lin Yize uttered the name Pei Zhao, Huo Tingxiao suddenly experienced ringing in his ears.
He couldn't hear any surrounding noises and could only watch in a daze as the man appeared on the stage, no, to be precise, was pushed onto the stage, because he was sitting in a wheelchair.
He looked the same, yet different. The previously sunny and smiling man now seemed to smile very perfunctorily.
Pei Zhao, this man who had disappeared from Huo Tingxiao's life for a full seven years, his once best comrade in arms, had unexpectedly appeared at such an event.
"Huo Tingxiao, Huo Tingxiao?"
Mu Lan felt that something was off with Huo Tingxiao's gaze, and she couldn't help but tug at his sleeve and softly call his name.
Huo Tingxiao turned around bewilderingly, looking at Mu Lan. Her mouth was moving, but he couldn't hear a sound.
It wasn't until Pei Zhao on the stage grabbed the microphone and spoke his first words that Huo Tingxiao's hearing returned.
