Meow blushed: "I'm happy too!"
Winter embraced Meow tightly: "My little princess, my darling."
Winter longed to kiss Meow's lips, to let her know just how much he yearned for her.
But he didn't dare, he couldn't bring himself to. This was the person he treasured, how could he risk scaring her?
Meow blushed and returned to her bedroom, seeing the prince already lying in her bed. At this age, his limbs were long, with not much flesh. His arms were pillowing his head, his legs on the ground.
Meow walked over and sat beside him, "Not feeling well?"
The prince shifted, resting his head on Meow's legs, and called out: "Sis..."
Meow asked: "Hmm, what's up?"
The prince: "You really are going to get engaged to Winter, aren't you?"
Meow nodded: "Yes..."
The prince hesitated: "Sis, haven't you ever thought about wanting to..."
But the prince didn't finish his sentence.
Meow curiously asked him: "Want what?"
The prince shook his head: "Nothing, maybe this is for the best."
