The night fell like a vast black silk cloth, gently yet irresistibly blanketing the entire earth. The hustle and bustle of New York City gradually faded into the evening shadows, leaving behind only the occasional hum of a car engine and the distant sounds of people laughing and talking.
Inside the clinic, a dim, warm light bloomed like a solitary flower in the dark, illuminating Xu Lin and Benjamin as they conversed. Benjamin sat in a chair, leaning slightly forward, his broad shoulders casting a heavy shadow in the lamplight. His gaze was fixed intently and sincerely on Xu Lin, hanging on every word.
Xu Lin leaned back against his chair, one hand resting lightly on the armrest while the other casually twirled a pen on the desk. His expression remained calm, yet his eyes carried a deep, contemplative thoughtfulness. The sound of their voices echoed through the quiet space, at times low, at times carrying a hint of urgency.
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