Outside the hospital room.
The lofty trees downstairs were still piled with thick snow, and the sunlight, filtering through the unopened curtains, spilled into the room.
The cold-looking man on the hospital bed was just gazing at him.
Young Master Huo stood there dumbfounded, staring back at him, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Had he, had he heard wrong...?
This was a huge misunderstanding!
Shouldn't Professor Xiao have scolded him and then shooed him away? What did he mean by—"Let's give it a try"?
Young Master Huo was cornered.
His lips quivered, "No, no, it's not, how could you—"
"How? Can't believe it?"
Xiao Yixing frowned and then said indifferently, "Don't overthink it. I'm just giving you a chance, albeit reluctantly, because you confessed so earnestly."
With that, he looked out the window, his face emotionless as he continued:
"It just so happens that I'm currently incapacitated and without anyone to take care of me."
