Bai Yaoyu immediately frowned.
Since when did this Marquis Wan become so warm-hearted!
Zhi’er blinked her big, watery eyes and looked up with her little face, saying: "Third Brother, you don’t need to see me off."
"Go find a few doctors and have them treat Uncle’s injury well!"
Bai Yaoyu nodded: "Don’t worry, then are you coming tomorrow, do you want Third Brother to pick you up?"
The little one shook her head: "I’ll come by myself!"
Afterward, Bai Yaoyu lifted Zhi’er onto the carriage.
The little one stuck her small head out of the window and waved to him.
The wheels slowly turned, rolling over the bluestone road and leaving.
On the way back to the palace, Feng Fuce took a date from the table and held it in the palm of his hand.
He looked cold and calm in his eyes.
In fact, he was thinking.
How should he say it, to coax this little one into eating it?
At that moment, Feng Fuce heard several soft sobs.
He turned his head down to look.
He saw the little one who had been sitting obediently beside him, wiping tears with her small hands, shaking as she cried.
Such a pitiful sight.
Feng Fuce frowned: "Why are you crying?"
Zhi’er sniffed, her small voice buzzing: "Brother Chu Ping said, Uncle might never be able to stand again."
"If only I had found him earlier, it wouldn’t have been so serious."
Saying this, the little one looked even more upset.
Feng Fuce pressed his thin lips tightly, his gaze deep: "Chu Ping always likes to talk nonsense, why do you believe him?"
Zhi’er raised her watery eyes, looking at him pitifully.
"Brother Fu Ce, do you think Uncle will be okay?"
As she spoke, a tear happened to roll down her eye socket.
Those big eyes, like black pearls, were filled with the longing for a certain answer.
Feng Fuce paused, unintentionally agreeing: "Since he’s not dead, of course, he will slowly get better."
Zhi’er puffed her pink cheeks and thought for a moment, hanging her little head.
Earlier, when she left, she had sent a bit of mana into Xu Lianzhou’s body.
To aid in his recovery.
Uncle will definitely get better soon!
"Brother Fu Ce, you’re right, now it’s just a matter of time!"
After saying this, she used the back of her hand to wipe away the tears.
Her round, plump little cheeks were rubbed red.
Suddenly, Zhi’er’s small body lunged forward, and she hugged Feng Fuce’s arm tightly.
Then she buried her face into his wide sleeve.
Crying twice again with a ’woo woo’.
Feng Fuce was shocked.
His cold and stern gaze in his eyes was almost washed away by the tears of the little one in front of him!
He said in confusion: "Didn’t you figure it out, why are you still crying?"
Zhi’er’s crying stopped, she looked up blinking those big eyes at him.
"This time is different, Brother Fu Ce is a good person, who helped me too, that’s crying out of being touched!"
After saying this, she buried her head again.
The soft milk-like voice accompanied by sobbing and whimpering.
Clearly, it was a child being cute and mischievous!
Feng Fuce’s hair was black as a raven’s wing, his long brows cool and sharp.
"You’re going to wet my sleeve." he said quietly.
But after saying this, Zhi’er not only didn’t let go of him.
Instead, she used his sleeve to wipe her little nose.
The date in his hand slipped from his palm.
With a "plop," it bounced twice in the carriage.
"Zhi’er," Feng Fuce nearly ground his teeth in reminder: "Don’t wipe your nose with my sleeve."
The little one didn’t listen, rubbing randomly a couple of times.
The carriage passed through the street, with Zhi’er’s soft childish voice coming from inside.
"Brother Fu Ce, why are you pinching my face, ah!"