The boy's black hair and inner clothes were soaked by water, making him look very thin. The heat made tears hang on the boy's eyelids, and his eyes were misty, making him look fragile and pitiful.
His eyes were too indifferent. Even though he heard that his legs were poisoned, he did not react at all and did not seem to have any hope that his legs could be cured.
Su Li felt that his heart had softened. Why had he never felt that Bai Yan was so pitiful before? Instead, he felt very distressed.
"Don't worry, Your Highness. I will heal your legs."
Su Li raised her hand and gently stroked his face.
When I think about the boy's legs never being able to stand up again...
Su Li didn't dare to think about it any further.
But fortunately, this is not a difficult task for him. As long as he wants, he can always cure Bai Yan's legs.
"I don't care about my legs, but the Imperial Master does."
Bai Yan spoke jokingly, his tone casual and as if he didn't care.
"Your Highness... do you have to be so distant with me?"
Su Li sighed softly, paused, and whispered in Bai Yan's ear:
"Your Highness, please call me by my given name."
"Oh? What's your handwriting then?"
Bai Yan entangled a strand of Su Li's hair with his fingertips, thinking about the possibility of tearing off a piece and taking it back to make a puppet doll when he wasn't paying attention.
Although this world doesn't have puppet dolls, it does have witchcraft, so as long as you're careful, there shouldn't be any problems...
Bai Yan lowered his eyes to hide the calculating light flashing in them, and was about to exert force with his hands!
"Ziyu, Your Highness, you can call me Ayu."
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