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She stood on her tiptoes, spinning in the rain, energy surging within her, easing the pain from her recent injuries.
The sound of her silver bell-like laughter spread through the air as she twirled, and Yui's clothes became damp, glimmering slightly.
It was unclear how long she had been spinning when the rain gradually lessened, creating shallow little flowers on the ground.
She turned around, her gaze piercing through the curtain of rain—there stood a tall figure holding an umbrella, with Azure Hair gently swaying. His long robe was slightly dampened by the rain, and his eyes were deep and complex, gazing intently at Yui.
Yui's heart skipped a beat, her smile freezing on her face.
She immediately lowered her head obediently, letting her gaze drop as she stole glances at the Crown Prince. Taking small steps, she approached him until she stood at a respectful distance before forcing a smile. "C-Crown Prince, why... why are you out here?"
The Crown Prince remained silent for a moment, but Yui felt his gaze sharpening on her. Just as she thought she couldn't bear it any longer, he lightly spoke.
"What are you doing here?"
"I... I..." Yui struggled to come up with an excuse, stammering as she tried to cover up her presence.
However, the Crown Prince displayed remarkable patience, radiating a strong aura that compelled Yui to fabricate a reason.
"I saw it was raining and remembered to close the windows, but... my handkerchief flew away. I... I went out to pick it up and didn't expect to disturb you, Crown Prince. I'm truly sorry..."
"Alright." The Crown Prince interrupted her, continuing to challenge her, "What about the handkerchief?"
"Uh, the handkerchief... right, the handkerchief." Yui struggled to keep up with the Crown Prince's train of thought, but her mind reacted quickly. A faint light flashed across her palm, and a pristine white handkerchief appeared.
She hurriedly presented it as if showcasing a treasure.
The Crown Prince looked at her, drenched from head to toe, her clothes clinging to her shapely figure, the spring scenery beneath her inner garment barely concealed and extremely enticing. A strand of Azure Hair brushed against the droplets of water, sticking to her cheek. However... her handkerchief was dry.
Such a clumsy lie... Hmph. Yet at this moment, he surprisingly felt his heart soften.
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