The four-leaf clover's complaints and the golden mango's grievances

In the warm light of the fluorescent flower sea, Clover's green eyes blinked gently. The four-leaf clover doll, which had been quietly lying beside Little Coco, slowly sat up. Her gaze passed over the sleeping little girl and landed precisely on the Golden Prince sitting on a rock not far away. Watching him fidget with the rocks and poke at passing fluorescent insects, looking so uncomfortable, Clover couldn't help but chuckle to herself—this Golden Prince, who looks so fierce, is actually a bit silly.

Prince Jin had no idea that a child was secretly criticizing him. He sat there for a while, listening to Jianpeng and the others laughing and joking, feeling like his bones were screaming "Leave!" He secretly glanced over; the Ye Luoli warriors were busy around the picnic blanket, and Luo Li was discussing with Chen Sisi which wild fruit was sweeter. No one was paying attention to him.

The opportunity has arrived.

Prince Jin carefully stood up, his movements as light as a feather, as if afraid of making the slightest sound. He crouched low, his steps extremely slow, inching towards the edge of the flower field. His golden hair fell down, obscuring his slightly guilty expression. Once he was out of this flower field, he could return to the peaceful days of the wilderness, no longer having Luo Li pinch his ears, no longer having to listen to this incessant chatter.

He had just moved into the shade of the flower field and was about to quicken his pace when a chilling voice suddenly came from behind him: "Jin Litong".

Prince Jin froze instantly, as if struck by a spell. He slowly turned around and met Luo Li's bright, warning eyes. Luo Li stood not far away, hands on her hips, her brows slightly furrowed, her beautiful eyes clearly saying, "You dare to try."

The surrounding laughter and chatter seemed to subside, and even the wind seemed to pause for a moment.

Prince Jin's lips tightened into a straight line, his previous arrogance vanishing instantly. Looking at Luo Li's "If you dare leave, I'll call Wen Qian" stance, and recalling the pathetic chase Wen Qian had given him across the wasteland, his shoulders slumped involuntarily. He just wanted to stay quietly, why was that so difficult? He was supposed to be the Prince Jin who roamed freely in the Immortal Realm, so why did he have to be mindful of others' attitudes even to walk here?

A sense of grievance crept into his heart. Prince Jin turned his head away, his golden eyelashes drooping, staring at the tips of his shoes, looking like a child caught doing something wrong by an adult. He didn't say a word, but dejectedly moved back to the original stone, sat down heavily, and even the stone shook.

Clover saw it all clearly and couldn't help but chuckle to herself—so even the majestic Prince Jin had moments of such pitiful vulnerability.