Large raindrops fell from the sky and covered the earth, and the heavy rain kept falling.
"Your Highness." Li Yunrong raised the oil paper umbrella high and tried to block the rain for him. Chu You took the oil paper umbrella smoothly and carefully prevented the rain from drenching her. With his free hand, he held her hand and walked into the prince's residence.
Her gentle and concerned voice sounded in his ears. "It's raining so heavily, why isn't Your Highness wearing a rain cape?"
"Xia Lian, quickly get someone to boil water and a cup of ginger soup."
"Your Highness, I'll serve you to bathe in case you catch a cold."
Seeing that she only had eyes for him, Chu You felt especially good and hummed softly.
His large palm held her soft little hand even tighter, and a malicious cold light flashed in his eyes. He thought to himself, Back then, it was Gu Ce who didn't know how to appreciate favors. Otherwise, why would he be in this state!
