"What is this Lantern Fair?" Hu Lijing asked spontaneously, while strolling into Li Xinyuan's room. Casual in his movements, the nine-tailed fox spirit walked over to Li Xinyuan's desk and hopped on the free space on it. "The cult has this festival, I hear."
"Hear from who?" Calmly, the surgeon asked in response. His elegant brows were furrowed, consternation bleeding thick in his downturned gaze.
Hu Lijing canted his head to the side, watching him with interest in his eyes, though with a stark lack of changes in his facial expression. In the slightest, he leaned towards Li Xinyuan, looking over the seemingly unintelligible scribbles on the paper he was pouring over. "What are you doing?"
Li Xinyuan looked up, still furrowing. "I am trying to create a proper and feasible rehabilitation plan for this" —he waved his hand around, flicking drops of ink around in the process— "era."
