"Where did you get that nickname from?" Haoran asked, his tone calm but with a hint of curiosity.
"Why don't you guess?" Zixuan gave him a scolding look, arms folded in front of his chest.
"From my mum?"
Zixuan arched a brow. Was he pretending? The confusion in Haoran's eyes looked too genuine, and that annoyed him even more. He looked away. "Don't bother," he muttered, waving it off. "Just… don't change your mind later." He added with a warning tone.
"Mm." Haoran hummed in acknowledgement, his expression neutral, not giving Zixuan the opportunity to read deep into it.
Hours passed, late afternoon. Zixuan leaned against the bedpost scrolling through his phone while waiting for Haoran to handle the discharge paperwork.
When the nurse came to remove his IV, he flexed his wrist and sighed in relief.
Finally, it was time to leave. Haoran was still at the counter, signing a few final documents. Zixuan waited near the exit.
Ding!
His phone dinged, signaling a new message.
