Xu Ji's brow throbbed with pain.
"I think you're just being dramatic. How would you know she wouldn't forgive you if you don't tell her?"
Do you really have to torture yourself to death to be content?
But even as he said this, He Zhiyao remained unmoved, replying in a muffled voice, "I want to wait until she likes me before I say anything."
Xu Ji was completely defeated by him.
He reached up to rub the spot between his eyebrows, "Alright, alright, big young master, just keep putting on your act!"
He Zhiyao pulled the blanket over his face.
Xu Ji reached out and pulled the blanket down, "Stay put, you're still on medication, don't move around. I'll come over in a bit to change your dressing. Have you eaten anything?"
He Zhiyao replied in a flat voice, "Do I look like I'm in the mood to eat?"
Xu Ji: ...I wonder how you haven't starved to death.
Resigned, he went out and quickly prepared a light dinner for He Zhiyao.