"Actually, the tiger would be the one getting mad if it saw you coming to find it while you were sick."
"Don't you think?"
Xiao Bai slowly nodded.
The boy struggled to keep the corners of his mouth from turning up.
Success!
"Then let's go back."
The boy reached out and grabbed Xiao Bai by the arm.
But his hand met resistance.
The boy looked up in confusion. "What's wrong?"
"If you go like this, I won't stop you."
"As long as you can make it there."
"As long as you don't mind making the tiger worry."
Xiao Bai shook his head.
That wasn't it.
His eyes burned as he looked at the boy in front of him. "...You... tell it... for me..."
The boy immediately understood what Xiao Bai meant.
After all, everything Xiao Bai had said was about the tiger.
Once he realized that, it was easy to guess what Xiao Bai meant.
"You want me to tell the tiger you can't go?"
The boy felt that it was absurd. "Why—"
He swallowed the rest of his words.
Instead, he replied, "All right, I understand."
"I'll tell the tiger for you."
"You're sick, so you can't make it today."
"That work for you?"
"Come on."
"Young Master."
"If you keep letting yourself burn up like this, I'm seriously worried your brain's going to cook."
Even now, he thought Xiao Bai's brain seemed a little scrambled from the fever.
If Xiao Bai's grandparents blamed him for it, he wouldn't be able to explain himself.
It wasn't that he didn't want to get this guy back as soon as possible.
The problem was that this guy wasn't cooperating at all.
He'd gone to so much trouble to finally persuade him to head back.
As long as this guy would go