No matter how much the surgeon beseeched internally, it bore no fruits. For, the fox spirit posed him with the dreadful question regardless.
His head stayed bowed, white hair spilling forward so they obscured his face. Under the surgeon's watchful, apprehensive gaze, the fox spirit fiddled with the duvet, carelessly tugging and pulling at the loose threads in his anxiety.
The longer he hesitated, the closer Li Xinyuan found himself teetering to the perilous edge. He did not want to be asked, and if Bai Huiqi asked anyway, he did not think himself strong enough to whip up a plausible lie.
Suddenly, Bai Huiqi raised his head, took in a deep bracing breath as if he was readying himself and looked back at the surgeon with question and hope written all over his face, sapphire eyes glistening in a way Li Xinyuan found himself disarmed.
He really could not get out of this by lying. Especially not after seeing how hopefully Bai Huiqi had turned to him for answers. Actual, real answers.
