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The little Chenle did not stop crying as he was seated beside his friend. Yan's mother continues to fan her daughter.

"Lele, please stop crying. She will be fine. She gets tired too easily that's why she fainted."

"But what if she does not wake up?"

"She's already awake, she's just sleeping now."

Yan's mother wiped the tears from Chenle's cheeks and gave the little boy a smile.

Chenle went closer to give Yan a kiss on the forehead. Yan's mother got stunned by the little boy's action but soon Chenle gave Yan's mother a smile.

"Mama would give me a kiss when I'm sick and I feel okay after. I hope Yanyan would feel okay now."

As soon as he stopped speaking, Yan's eyes started to flutter open.

"Wah, my prince!"

Yan's mother was further aghast with her daughter's words.

"Pretty princess you are awake!"

The little Chenle wrapped his arms around his princess, the little princess happily hugged her prince back.

"Were you two playing prince and princesses?"

"Yes, eomma! We were supposed to get married but he ran too fast and I got tired so I fainted."

The little Yan gave her mother a frown.

"Do not worry princess Yanyan, we will get married soon."

Yan's mother had her eyebrows knitted together, she had no idea they were playing games like this. As for Chenle's mother, she was having the time of her life looking at her bestfriend's shaken expression.

"Mina~ prince Chenle told me last night that he wanted to marry princess Yan. Is that right Lele?"

The little boy nodded at his mother's statement. Mina soon started to chuckle at how adorable the children looked holding each other's hand.

Mina then kneeled down to match little Chenle's height.

"Lele, you can only get married when you're old enough okay?"

The little Chenle gave Yan's mother a slow nod then faced his princess.

"Let us grow old together so we can marry each other okay?"

He spoke to his princess with so much endearment, everything about the two was just so pure.

Yan nodded in response and gave her beloved prince a warm smile.

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