Huo Xiyao watched as Xia Chu settled into sleep, then tiptoed out of the bedroom, planning to make her some chicken soup in the kitchen.
Since she had no appetite for plain porridge, he decided to try something else that might whet her appetite.
To his surprise, Han Ye was still there. Upon seeing him emerge, Han Ye looked over with a face full of shame, "Xiyao Brother, it's a misunderstanding, I want to explain. Whether you want to listen or believe me or not, I feel I owe you an explanation."
Huo Xiyao realized then that he could no longer feign ignorance or avoid the matter.
Feigning ignorance and avoidance were never his style. It was only because the matter involved the two people he cared about most, Xia Chu and Han Ye, that he had subconsciously chosen self-deception.
Since Han Ye wanted to explain, he might as well listen to what he had to say.
Huo Xiyao nodded, "Sit down and talk."
