Under normal circumstances, Li Xinyuan would have preferred to lie back down to try and go back to sleep again, but the circumstances surrounding Bai Huiqi these days were anything but normal. As of late, the surgeon was doubtful of the four-tailed fox spirit's mental and emotional well being.
No, leaving Bai Huiqi to his own devices would decidedly not be the best choice. Not right now.
Thoughts running a hundred miles a minute in his head, the raven-haired man strode out of the door, careful to silently close it behind himself. He did not want to disturb Hu Lijing's rest, the fox spirit deserved it after what happened this afternoon.
Fingers clenching on the lapel of his robes, Li Xinyuan rushed down the hallway, moonlight streaming in through the open windows, sheer curtains billowing with the gentle breeze whispering in. The silver light of the moon poured down, illuminating the side of his face as he all but sprained down, shoulders drawn.
