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?'
"Hey, let me see who's having a crush on the prince again," Yana started teasing me again.
"Yana, just go to sleep," I said crossly. I didn't know why she often spoke in a dandy tone recently.
"Someone I know can endure the extreme pain when fighting. But how can she be so weak and fragile in front of Rufus?" Yana said in a voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Yana! Will you please shut up?"
But 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 sorry," Rufus suddenly apologized.
I was so shocked that I stared at him and blinked my eyes. Was I hearing things again?
But he still kept his head down and didn't stop rubbing my leg. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize that you were injured. I shouldn't have forced you to dance."
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