Once Bo Yanqi had calmed down, he suddenly realized something. He looked at Qi Si in surprise. "Your throat is better? Has a doctor examined you? What did they say?"
Qi Si froze too. If Bo Yanqi had not brought it up, he would have forgotten about it himself.
After waking up, his mind had been stuffed with a chaotic mess of memories. Just sorting through them had already given Qi Si a headache, so he had genuinely overlooked his throat.
Still, it was not strange. The reason he had been unable to speak before had been psychological.
The footage in the livestream had triggered his memories, activating the psychological suggestion he had planted in himself.
Being forced to recall things related to transmigrating into the book against his will would cause a stress response, resulting in temporary muteness.
Now that he had recovered most of his memories, and was no longer being forced to recall them, the suggestion's effect had weakened.
"Yeah, it's better. The doctor hasn't checked it yet, but I don't think it's a big problem." Qi Si touched his nose, too guilty to meet Bo Yanqi's eyes.
The moment Bo Yanqi saw Qi Si acting like that, he knew the kid was hiding something from him.
"You know why you couldn't speak?" Bo Yanqi asked, narrowing his eyes.
Qi Si blinked and pressed his lips together without saying anything.
He had a habit of being unable to lie to people close to him.
So, he was often afraid of those close to him asking questions he did not want to answer, or could not answer. When he could not respond, all he could do was remain silent.
But what did that silence mean?
Wasn't it the same as admitting it?
Fortunately, the people close to him