The moonlight was shining in its full force.
It seemed like a thin layer of silver was adoring the ground. Under the silver layer, two small figures could be seen walking.
One little boy was carrying the other little boy on his back. They were walking at a steady pace.
Little Prince Dev could still hear the sniffing behind his back. The little Apple was still crying.
Yet he was not annoyed but felt very distressed. He still remembered the crying face of Apple when he scolded him.
Prince Dev felt very sad and regretful after seeing that.
No! He did not want his Apple to be sad.
"Hey, Apple! You didn't thank me for helping you!"
Aman's sniffing decreased a little, and he mumbled, "Thank you."
"But Aman's name is not Apple! Aman's name is Aman!" Aman reminded him.
Like Dev could forget it. This boy says his name in every sentence. Who can forget it?
