As the Crown Prince felt the warmth flowing from Cui Rong's palm, a sudden warmth swept through his heart.
He stared dazedly at Cui Rong's back, a barely perceptible trace of affection flickering in his eyes as his lips curved into a lovely smile.
The streets were still packed with people jostling shoulder to shoulder, but he was no longer afraid or lost.
Noticing that the gaze of the person behind him had remained fixed on him, Cui Rong stiffened slightly.
His heart could not help fluttering.
His Highness was looking at him.
The tips of his ears twitched slightly, quickly flushing red.
His grip on the Crown Prince's hand tightened involuntarily.
"Little Uncle... you're hurting me," the Crown Prince suddenly said.
Cui Rong froze at his words.
He immediately loosened his grip and lifted the Crown Prince's hand to inspect it. Sure enough, his palm had turned red.
Guilt and tenderness flashed unconsciously through his eyes as he gently massaged the bruised area. "I'm sorry, Your Highness..."
It was all his fault for getting so carried away that he had forgotten his own strength...
The Crown Prince's gaze flickered inscrutably. "It's all right..."
In truth, it had only hurt a little when Cui Rong squeezed his hand. He could no longer feel any pain.
But Little Uncle seemed so guilty...
Had he been a little too precious just now?
Should he have kept quiet?
"It doesn't hurt anymore, Little Uncle..."
He looked at Cui Rong as he spoke.
Seeing that the bruising had gradually faded, Cui Rong gently took his hand again. "Then I'll be more careful this time."
The Crown Prince paused slightly. "All right."
"Your Highness!"
Spotting the Crown Prince from afar, Shen Zhijie and Su Xun walked toward him.
The Crown Prince stiffened slightly at the