"Your Royal Highness...!" Gu Qingxue's heart tightened when she saw Rong Zhan following her and soaking his hand in the bone-chilling cold water.
Rong Zhan was expressionless and did not care at all. He finally stopped when the temperature on Gu Qingxue's hand dropped.
"Your Royal Highness, why? Your hand is red from the cold." Gu Qingxue frowned deeply and looked at Rong Zhan's red palm with worry.
"I've been practicing martial arts all year round and have practiced in the extremely cold place for a few years. This bit of coldness is nothing." Rong Zhan raised his eyes to look at her. "Where do you keep the burn ointment?"
"There's no need, Your Royal highness. It's just a small injury. Just lick it and it'll be fine. There's no need to apply medicine." Gu Qingxue had just finished speaking when she noticed that Rong Zhan was looking at her a little strangely.
