Murong Jiu's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Jun Yuyan, "Prince, I can walk by myself."
"Don't move. I'll take you back," he said.
Jun Yuyan's gaze fixed ahead. Despite an old injury on his leg, he walked steadily. Held in his arms, Murong Jiu felt not only comfortable but also less tired.
Under the mask, Jun Yuyan's jawline was smooth and resolute. His body emitted a faint scent of ambergris, a familiar smell that reassured her.
Murong Jiu, held by his strong and solid hands, had no desire to struggle.
"Prince, thank you for just now," she said.
She whispered so that only the two of them could hear.
However, Jun Yuyan said, "Pregnancy has been hard on you. You've been through a lot."
Murong Jiu was stunned. She had never expected Jun Yuyan to acknowledge her hardships instead of blaming her for almost exposing them in public.
She felt it incredible, and a warm current surged in her heart at the same time.