Hearing the voice outside, He Caitou abruptly sat up, ignoring his injuries. But his broken ribs had only just begun to heal, and such a violent movement immediately brought even more intense pain, sending great beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
The ward door was gently pushed open, and Huo Yuhao walked in with a smile. He carried several bulging bags that seemed to contain gifts for his visit to He Caitou.
"How are you doing? A whole day has passed. Your injuries should have healed a little by now, right?"
Chuckling, Huo Yuhao pulled up a chair beside He Caitou's bed and opened the bags one by one.
"Xu He, look at what I brought you. Fried chicken, cotton, and a big watermelon-all favorites of people with black skin like yours."
He Caitou's face was filled with terror, but he feigned confusion as he asked, "Huo Yuhao, what are you talking about? I don't understand what you mean at all."
Hearing this, Huo Yuhao chuckled softly and shook his head. "Xu He, no matter how well you disguise yourself, you can't bleach your skin white. The original Douluo Three Kingdoms don't have people with black skin like yours. That skin color is unique to the Sun Moon Empire. And yours is such a pure shade of black that only a true member of the Sun Moon Empire's royal family could possess it."
Seeing that He Caitou still looked terrified, like a frightened little quail, Huo Yuhao shook his head helplessly. He stared straight into He Caitou's eyes, a teasing smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
"Xu He, stop pretending. I know you aren't the big, dim-witted oaf you appear to be. Someone who escaped the royal family's Asura Arena unscathed could never be ordinary, am I