The boy hesitated for a moment.
His suspicious eyes glanced at Feng Fuce, then looked towards Bai Zhi'er.
Although Feng Fuce usually seemed cold and heartless, he had actually arranged for an attendant to change his bandages daily.
And every time Bai Zhi'er saw him improve, she would be happy.
Could it be...
The boy's gaze darkened.
Do they really care about him?
Feng Fuce then turned to Bai Zhi'er and said, "He doesn't have a name yet, why don't you give him one?"
The boy snapped out of it, clenched his fists, and retorted, "I have a name!"
Feng Fuce looked at him with a cool gaze, "What is it?"
"I..." The boy paused, gritted his teeth, "Why should I tell you?"
Feng Fuce sneered, "Then that means you don't have one."
Bai Zhi'er immediately said joyfully, "Brother Ce, when we met him, his leg wasn't fully healed."
"Through his own efforts and unyielding determination, I was taken aback. Given that, his name will be—"
