Feng Lingyan subconsciously took a step back and smiled: "Prince Lin, you should take it back. This thing is too valuable."

It’s a joke, Shuiyun Kingdom’s gift of purse is a symbol of love.

She didn't want to marry him, so she wouldn't accept it.

It’s not like my head was caught in the door...

Little Prince Lin's eyes flashed, and a hint of hurt flashed across his delicate and beautiful face: "Ayan, I made this bag with my own hands. I worked on it all night. I really like you and want to marry you." [

Feng Lingyan turned her head and said coldly: "But - I don't like you. Prince Lin, I have saved your life at least, I don't think you will be so hard on others, right?"

She turned around and left.

"wait wait wait!"

When young Prince Lin saw that she was about to leave, he was so anxious that he took two hurried steps.

Unexpectedly, he tripped on a protruding stone, stumbled, and fell to the ground.

Yun Haotian was surprised: "Prince Lin, are you okay?" and helped him up.

Little Prince Lin's fall was really heavy.

Blood was oozing from his arm, and his white robe suddenly turned red.

"You are hurt."

Yun Haotian hurriedly rolled up his sleeves and saw a large gash on his snow-white arm.

The flesh and blood were rolled up and bleeding outwards, which looked a bit horrifying.

"Come here! Come here! Call the imperial doctor!" Yun Haotian was very anxious.

Little Prince Lin's beautiful face was a little pale, but he shook his hand: "It doesn't matter, it's just a minor injury."

He looked up at Feng Lingyan: "Ayan, Ayan is the doctor..."

He looked at her with his eyes.

There was a trace of mist lingering under his eyes, and his pitiful look made people couldn't help but worry about him.
Chapter completed!