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?'

let me see who's having a crush on the prince

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

fighting. But how can she be so weak and fragile

connoting something. This made me feel ashamed and angry, so I quickly blocked

him and blinked my eyes. Was I

my leg. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize that you were injured. I shouldn't have forced you to

his voice was muffled, I heard his every word clearly. He looked

after all," I said softly. If only I could, I really wanted to pat his head. But the fact that he was a prince stopped me from

my injury from you, and I agreed

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

would embarrass him at the ball. Thinking of this, I got anxious at once. "No, I want to learn how to dance. I'm

you to practice anymore," Rufus said, looking up at me. And I was

I was blushing, so I quickly looked away. It must

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