Shen Lu wasn't a wasteful person. Since Fu Cheng had already washed the container, she decided to keep it for the next time she brought him food.
They chatted about some details of the competition until Xue Can, who had glanced at his watch several times, coldly cut in, "Boss Shen, we should go. The car won't be fast in this snow."
"Okay," Shen Lu said obediently. "I'll come see you next time."
"Alright. Be safe on the way."
Fu Cheng suddenly reached out, using his new prosthetic limb to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Shen Lu's temple.
His fingertip lightly brushed her ear, cool to the touch.
"Your hand…" Shen Lu cradled his right hand. "Why is it a little cold?"
"The prosthetics from the Military Hospital focus on functionality. Some unnecessary features have been removed, like mimicking the skin temperature of a normal person," Fu Cheng explained patiently. "I can eat with my right hand now."
