Sylvia's POV:

"Did you bring your medicine?" Rufus asked in a low voice without raising his head.

"It's in my coat pocket," I quickly answered. Rufus must be in a bad mood at the moment because he didn't look at me and his face was gloomy.

He silently took the tube of ointment out of my coat pocket and rubbed the bruises on my leg.

I couldn't help crying out in pain. But I quickly covered my mouth with my hand to restrain myself from making too much noise, not daring to look at him.

"Just endure the pain because the bruises must be rubbed. Otherwise, it will take longer to recover," Rufus said in a plain voice, but he reduced the force in his hands.

I stared at his downcast face and couldn't help but wonder, 'Is he worried about me?'

see who's having a crush on the

crossly. I didn't know why she often spoke in

fragile in

Yana kept nagging. And her every word was connoting something. This made me feel ashamed and angry, so I quickly blocked her voice and pretended not to hear her. "I'm

stared at him and blinked my

still kept his head down and didn't stop rubbing my leg. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize that you were

I heard his every word clearly. He looked very depressed, like a big dog soaked in

I really wanted to pat his head. But the fact that he was a prince stopped me from doing it. Rufus

deliberately hid my injury from you, and I agreed to this dance lesson," I

time. "Forget about this dance lesson. Your leg is injured, and it's not good for you

dance, I would embarrass him at the ball. Thinking of this, I got anxious at once. "No,

Rufus said, looking up at me. And

hot. I knew that I was blushing, so I quickly looked away. It must be because the light was so

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