Bai Zhi sat for a while longer, then checked the time and said, "Then… get some rest. Remember to drink the soup later. I'll head back first."
Duan Xingzhi forced down the urge to ask her to stay, and stiffly nodded. "Okay."
Bai Zhi stood up, grabbed her bag and walked out. When she reached the door, she stopped again and turned to look at him. "I'll come see you again tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll have Xingsen take you home."
"No need, I can go back on my own."
Bai Zhi stepped out of the ward and froze. "Uncle, Aunt, you're here—why didn't you go in?"
"Xiao Zhi, you're leaving already?" Mrs. Duan went over and took her hand.
Bai Zhi nodded. "Mm, he just finished his porridge. Let him rest properly."
Mrs. Duan sighed, patted her hand, and said in a tentative tone, "Xiao Zhi, Aunt has a presumptuous favor to ask."
"Aunt, please go ahead."
