Li Xiuyi rarely laughed heartily, so Xiao Yan also put down his chopsticks and looked at him in surprise, as if he didn't understand why he was laughing.

But Xiao Yan didn't ask.

He was used to Li Xiuyi always being like this, laughing or losing his temper for no apparent reason.

In front of outsiders, Li Xiuyi seemed gentle and good-tempered, but only Xiao Yan knew that he actually had a bad temper.

Because of poor health since childhood, Li Xiuyi spent his childhood soaking in medicine jars. He longed to go out and play like other children, but he couldn't, he couldn't do anything.

He couldn't eat at will, go out to play, or even go out. He had to stay in that house that was full of medicinal smell. The warm room mixed with the medicinal smell always had an unpleasant smell that made people want to vomit.

Under such circumstances, Li Xiuyi was depressed, irritable, and angry.

Sometimes Li Xiuyi would lose his temper just because of a few words, someone else's action, or a piece of thick clothing that shouldn't appear in the current season.

His temper came without warning, and it made his heart ache, but he was the prince, and he couldn't lose his temper in front of outsiders and expose his inner feelings.

Only in front of Xiao Yan, he could be a free child, even if he just lost his temper unreasonably.

Xiao Yan is the flower of the high mountains. He is unsmiling and very stern, but he is always very tolerant of Li Xiu Yi.

Li Xiuyi sometimes wonders, why?

Could it be that just because he was the prince, Xiao Yan had to accommodate him like this and treat him well?

That's certainly not the case.

Because Xiao Yan doesn’t have that much respect for Emperor Chu.

Li Xiuyi thought, maybe it was because of him.

However, he didn't know whether Xiao Yan was using him more or pitiful towards him.

He thought so and asked.

He wanted to know the answer so much. He didn't dare to ask or couldn't ask before. Now, he has no scruples. Xiao Yan was slightly startled, and there was a kind smile on his old skin.

"Both, but this is not the main reason."

Li Xiuyi was not surprised by this answer, so he asked: "What's the reason for that?"

"Why..." Xiao Yan fell into some kind of memory. Perhaps because he knew that he was not going to die soon, he was now particularly open-minded, calm and tolerant.

But like the sea water that can accommodate hundreds of rivers, Li Xiuyi felt panic in his heart.

"Because of you!" Xiao Yan said: "You are obviously just a child, but you work so hard to live. Every time I see you pretending to be an adult with a childish face, I feel a little funny..."

He paused for a moment before speaking again, his voice a little darker: "But seeing that you can't go out to play and play like other children, you drank the bitter medicine without frowning..."

Xiao Yan wants to say that he feels distressed...

But he felt hypocritical.

At that time, he felt sorry for Li Xiuyi, but not much. After all, although Li Xiuyi was not in good health, he was born in a noble family, slept in a luxurious mansion, ate the most precious medicinal materials, and wore rich clothes. The child with the body covered is too strong...

Xiao Yan was born in a lower class, and he knew what kind of life the children of the lower class lived, and he was far behind Li Xiu Yi.

So he didn't want to sympathize with Li Xiuyi, but as time passed, he would inevitably be moved.

He was often troubled by these two complicated feelings, and he always felt complicated when looking at Li Xiuyi.

Li Xiuyi also felt it.

Neither of the two people was sincere at first. They were on guard against each other, testing each other, extending their tentacles to carefully test each other, and slowly touching each other's bottom line...(End of Chapter)

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