[-I told you my terminal illness was you, you bastard. You're practically a mutated cancer cell inside my body, dragging me along like this and refusing to let me die ┯.┯]
Chu Xuanzhen: "..."
The evening wind was bleak. Shen Yangge, who had only just eaten a bite of meat, soon grew hungry again. He felt around in his pockets and pulled out a few pastries wrapped in a handkerchief, though they had crumbled a little.
But he had no choice. The meat he had roasted had fallen on the ground when his touch starvation flared up. He couldn't exactly pick it up, dust it off, and keep eating. There was plenty of dirt and sand here, along with insects he couldn't even name.
He unfolded the handkerchief, his sleeves hanging before his knees, his hair stirred by the evening breeze that occasionally drifted through the carriage window.
It looked perfectly natural, but there was a cautious look in his almond-shaped eyes, the look of someone who treasured his food.
Chu Xuanzhen reached out, his wide sleeve fluttering as he picked up the last remaining pastry Shen Yangge had been eating. It brushed his lips before disappearing into his mouth.
That left Shen Yangge, who had been hoping to fill his stomach with the pastries, frozen in place.
"Your Highness!"
He was a little flustered and angry.
[-You ate a whole pile of food yourself! Fine, you didn't share, but now you're stealing mine too!]
Even doggos guarded their food, let alone Shen Yangge.
His shout was rather loud, enough to draw the gazes of the soldiers patrolling nearby. But when their eyes met the Crown Prince's inside the carriage, they quickly looked away and continued their patrol, drenched in cold sweat.
Shen Yangge said, "This is all the food