On Helian Ci's sickly pale face, his dark eyes, as still as a deep pool, rippled slightly when they fell on the rose candy in the little girl's hand.

Seeing that her little arms were getting sore from holding them up, the second prince still showed no intention of taking the candy from her.

Helian Si, a little boy, felt extremely discouraged. So, does the second prince still want to eat himself?

But I really can't eat that kind of food.

The little girl sighed, feeling that her future was extremely bleak. She was just a five-year-old child, why did she have to endure so much?

Sigh, life is tough, I can only sigh.

Just as Helian Si was about to withdraw his small hand in discouragement, a pair of slightly cool hands took the rose candy from his palm.

Helian Si blinked, raised his little head and looked over curiously, only to see Helian Ci, sitting in a wheelchair, put the rose candy into his mouth.

"Second, second brother..."

I'm a little excited! My sickly second brother by Daming Lake is eating my candy!

Does that mean that the second prince won't treat me like a little goldfish and roast me over a fire to eat?

The sweet and sour taste of rose petal candy spread in his mouth, causing Helian Ci, who was used to the bitter taste of medicine, to narrow his dark eyes slightly with discomfort.

His gaze fell upon the little girl before him, her eyes sparkling with expectant anticipation, and he raised an eyebrow slightly.

He reached out and pinched the little girl's soft, pink cheek; the texture was so smooth.

Helian Ci's exceptionally red lips curved into a smile, and his slightly hoarse voice slowly opened his mouth.

"Okay, I won't eat you anymore, you little crybaby."

"Yay! Second Brother won't eat anymore~!" Having successfully gotten the answer she wanted, the little girl cheered with joy.

The little one clapped his tiny hands, almost jumping for joy.

"Wait... no, little crybaby...?"

Helian Si didn't feel happy for a second before suddenly realizing what Helian Ci had just said.

The bright smile on her rosy little face, as radiant as the summer sun, froze on her face as she looked at Helian Ci in the wheelchair, the little girl with a deep sense of grievance.

What? What? She's not a crybaby. This is an insult to a five-year-old.

Despite his sickly pale face, Helian Ci remained completely unmoved, raising an eyebrow and asking in return,

"Isn't that right?"

I cried twice in just one day, tsk.

Helian Si, "..."

She was so angry, but she didn't dare say anything. She was afraid that her sickly second brother by Daming Lake would roast her alive again if they disagreed.

Helian Si raised his little head, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and silently swallowed his grievances.

Then, facing Helian Ci in his wheelchair, he gave a fake smile, and under Helian Ci's raised eyebrows and ambiguous gaze,

The tiny Helian Si silently put his short hands behind his back, turned around, and took humble little steps.

Walking back towards Helian Yi, who was sitting on a pearwood chair, elegantly sipping tea, his back view, even the back of his head, revealed weakness and humility.

The little girl walked back to Helian Yi's side, then climbed onto the pear wood chair herself, using both her hands and feet, and quietly crawled into Helian Yi's arms.

The little hand tugged at Helian Yi's dark white clothes, the little head buried in Helian Yi's chest, without making a sound, just showing a strong back of the head with a wronged look.

She felt wronged, but she didn't say anything. She was a strong yet humble five-year-old.