Seventeen Year Rose

At the family banquet, I held a strawberry and fed it to my cousin's mouth. Everyone praised me for being gentle and sensible, even my sarcastic aunt looked satisfied. Only the prince opposite me looked at my bloody fingertips and raised his eyebrows and chuckled. I lowered my head and realized that the blood splattered on me when I was cleaning up the scum was so red that it was dazzling under the lights of the party. He raised his glass to me from a distance and mouthed, "It's a pleasure to work with you." Later, he blocked me on the terrace: "Aren't you pretending to be tired?" I smiled and wiped the blood on the collar of his expensive shirt: "Don't you just like how I look like, Mr. Jiang?"