"Nothing, I just saw a braised prawn, so cute." An Xiaoqing suddenly felt in a good mood and teased him with a smile.

"Big lobster? Where is it?" The man listened in astonishment, and then his face became even more embarrassed. His handsome face was as pink as a blooming azalea.

An Xiaoqing laughed loudly, and the man became angry with embarrassment. He threw her hand away and walked forward, but stumbled on a stone. An Xiaoqing's heart tightened, and she rushed over to grab him, watching him cover his feet.

I was about to lift the hem of his clothes to check.

"Hey, you...you woman, do you know that there are countless men and women?" The man kept moving back, trying to avoid An Xiaoqing.

"What does it matter? Didn't you say you want to marry me? Show me what it matters." An Xiaoqing teased him deliberately.

He suddenly stopped moving and stood there staring at her blankly, as if stars were dancing in his eyes.

An Xiaoqing didn't pay attention to his expression. She just smiled and opened his pants. After taking a look, her smile froze:

That leg was covered with bruises and bruises, some deep and shallow, some old and some new, some very deep. After the scabs healed, the red flesh was still curled up... The fresh wounds could no longer be found.

Where did it hit, because there were too many scars.

How many times does it take to fall and how many collisions do you have to leave so many wounds on a calf? What about the whole body, aren't there more countless scars?

An Xiaoqing's heart felt as if someone had hit her with something. She felt a sudden sharp pain and tremblingly touched the scars.

The man froze, as if he had realized what she was doing, and hurriedly stepped back, smoothing his trousers with both hands in a panic, then turned around and ran away, looking embarrassed and eager.

An Xiaoqing could imagine how arrogant and self-reliant such a handsome and almost perfect man was, who was born into a royal family. An Xiaoqing could only imagine that God was unfair and made him lose his eyesight and make him disabled.

With his temperament, he definitely doesn't want others to pity and sympathize with him. Therefore, he stubbornly practices secretly and tries to make himself look like a normal person. But for a blind person to practice walking freely and behave normally, it takes a lot of effort.

How much does it cost?

An Xiaoqing grabbed his hand from behind, with tears in her eyes and her voice choked: "You... don't run, I'll hold your hand, okay?"

She didn't want to ask why a prince's son had no attendants around him, but he was left alone for many years to accumulate injuries like this.

She didn't want to ask, why were these injuries not treated properly, making the scars so ugly and embarrassing? Some of the wounds were obviously accumulated over time, and the injuries were getting worse. Why did the prince and princess let him get injured again and again?

She couldn't ask, fearing that she was asking about his heartache. She just wanted to say that she wanted to hold him and prevent him from getting hurt again.

Chu Yunxi stiffened, her words hit his soft spot like an arrow, and like a clear spring flowing through his once dry and stiff heart.

He never let people see his injuries, never let people pry into his secrets, and never let people understand the difficulty of his actions.

That was his forbidden land, an isolated island that no one was allowed to touch.

Her hand, slender and weak, grabbed his arm, but he could shake it off with just a slight shake.
Chapter completed!