He spoke words that were meant to be moving, yet they sounded somewhat grating to his ears.
Princely Heir asked in a deep voice, "Yanyan, have you ever thought about why I've never cared about how others talk about me?"
"That question..." She had never really thought about it.
Should she think about it now, wouldn't it be what the commoners often say about not feeling itchy when there are too many fleas?
Princely Heir pinched the bridge of his nose, resigned to the fact that his hints, whether obvious or not, had been too simple, yet she still hadn't understood; it could only mean that her inherent thoughts were too deeply ingrained.
Seeing him pinch the bridge of his nose, Leng Yu Yan asked with concern, "Are you tired? Then let's quickly return to our room."
Princely Heir responded softly, and the two walked side by side.
On the other side, Ye Jiu had Li Yuyue sit at the table and scooped a bowl of supper for him.
