Ying Sinan slowly released the useless young prince's hand and instructed him as though delivering his last wishes. "Just keep running forward. Take the side paths, and don't look back."
Jiang Lifeng tried to explain. "No, you..."
The tragic heroism Ying Sinan had picked up from storybooks surged through him, and he cut him off forcefully. "This is no time to be indecisive!"
"But..."
"But what?!" Ying Sinan turned to glare at Jiang Lifeng. "Listen to me. Just-uh..."
The air throughout the alley seemed to freeze, and silent awkwardness rapidly spread through the tiny space.
Only after a long while did Ying Sinan's lips move, his voice barely audible. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Jiang Lifeng: "..."
Jiang Lifeng: "...Did you give me a chance to speak?"
Ying Sinan fell silent, and an intense sense of shame belatedly crept over him.
The guard surnamed Zhong whom he remembered stood atop the wall, holding that familiar little bundle in his arms. She blinked her big eyes, staring at Ying Sinan without looking away.
Though she said nothing, her gaze said it all.
[Wow-]
Jiang Yingcheng's eyes brimmed with fascination. [Ch-Chengcheng's seen a real, live case of Chuunibyou-]
Jiang Lifeng: "..."
Although he had no idea what exactly "Chuunibyou" meant...
It certainly didn't sound like anything good!
Jiang Lifeng turned his head and laughed without the slightest guilt.
"Pfft-"
Ying Sinan: "..."
Enough already, aaaaaah!!
Jiang Yingcheng had brought all four of her guard uncles along.
The five of them had split into two groups. Liaochen and Yu Xingmian had gone to deal with the waiter at the pastry shop, while the little one's group...
Had come to witness Ying Sinan's freshly minted comedy act.
Jiang Yingcheng kept her little face solemn and declared with great seriousness, "Uncle Ying, you