This punch, after all, was never thrown.
The Prince affectionately held his hand, prying open his fingers bit by bit, allowing his own tender fingers to weave through his, dissolving his fist.
Their fingers interlocked, fingertips teasing lightly on the back of his hand, as if soothing and testing his patience.
Jiang Si felt a slight chill in his heart, not knowing what trick the Prince was up to.
The hand was so weak it seemed boneless; if he exerted just a little force, the entire hand would become a lump of flesh.
Jiang Si could ensure that he could crush it into finer pulp than what's in a blender in an instant.
Such a bold act instead led Jiang Si into deep thought.
Did the other party have some contingency? A probe? A trap?
Just as Jiang Si was in a brainstorm, the Prince pulled his hand, tugging him towards the space rift.
After two tugs, he still couldn't move him.
