Outside the hospital room.
The branches of the tall trees downstairs were still piled with thick snow. The sunlight streamed through the unopened curtains, filling the whole room.
The man on the bed was cold and aloof, just staring at him like that.
Young Master Huo stood there dazedly, meeting his gaze with disbelief in his eyes.
He, could he have heard it wrong...?
Damn, this is a huge misunderstanding!
But shouldn't Professor Xiao be scolding him and then telling him to leave, what does he mean by—let's give it a try?
Huo the Little Prince panicked.
His lips moved slightly: "No, no, how could you, how could you—"
"What, can't believe it?"
Xiao Yixing frowned, and then he said indifferently: "Don't overthink it, I'm just giving you a chance because you confessed so sincerely."
As he spoke, he looked out the window, his face revealing no emotion:
"It's just that I'm currently unwell, and there's no one to take care of me."
