Zhao Yi lowered his hands, intending to hug from behind, resting his chin on the boy's shoulder, pretending to be close like a big brother and little brother to blend into the crowd watching the commotion in the hospital corridor.
But even such a performative action caused hesitation when it came to actual execution. He didn't dare to act too intimately, so he could only place his hands on the boy's shoulders and smile while giving them a gentle squeeze.
Li Zhiyuan raised his right hand and placed it on the back of Zhao Yi's hand, looking up and smiling at him in cooperation with Zhao Yi's act.
The two Taoists were still in their tug-of-war, with the older one trying to take the younger one away, while the latter insisted on staying.
When the elder Taoist spoke, his voice naturally carried a calming effect, akin to hypnosis. Every movement of his steps caused the rest of his body to synchronously align with the surrounding environment.
