The little one turned his head, blinking his grape-like big eyes at him.
"Of course, I only believe in the you I see with my own eyes."
Feng Fuce seemed intrigued, and even asked, "Then what’s your impression of me now?"
Bai Zhi’er’s chubby little face was immediately surrounded by deep thought.
The little toddler furrowed his cute eyebrows in contemplation.
"Hmm... it still feels like you’re a big meanie, but I found that Brother Fu Ce always says no, yet he’s happy to do anything with me."
Feng Fuce’s mind was slightly perplexed; a moment later, he lowered his eyes and chuckled lightly, his voice deep: "Is that so?"
Bai Zhi’er stood on tiptoe, wrapping her small hand around Feng Fuce’s palm.
She gently brushed over his hand like smoothing fur.
"Brother Fu Ce, I know those words from the kid earlier must have hurt you."
"Don’t mind those voices cursing you. By the end of the year, you’ll be nine, and everything can start anew."
Feng Fuce’s gaze darkened.
He lowered his head to look at his current body.
When he came out of the Demon World, he was seriously injured, losing some mana, and turned into a childlike form.
Now, he seemed to be considered a confidant brother of similar age by the little rascal in front of him?
Looking at Bai Zhi’er’s earnest and pure eyes.
Feng Fuce’s thin lips pressed slightly before he said, "I didn’t hurt him."
The little one was puzzled, blinking long eyelashes: "Who?"
"The boy who cursed me just now is the sole survivor I rescued from a village while exterminating bandits. But perhaps because of Xiuluo Guard’s notorious reputation, he hates and distrusts us." His tone was calm and indifferent.
Bai Zhi’er nodded understandingly: "Oh, that’s how it is~"
Feng Fuce’s dark eyes reflected a hint of warmth: "Because you trust me, I am willing to explain."
Implicitly, he didn’t want her to misunderstand.
Bai Zhi’er listened, smiling sweetly with squinted eyes.
"Of course, I trust you. Brother Fu Ce is my friend; in my heart, he’s just a bit lower than Brother Juzi!"
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "Brother Juzi, is the little eunuch you mentioned?"
Bai Zhi’er waved her finger: "Nope."
Feng Fuce’s expression was remote, with a faint smile at the corner of his lips: "You’ve realized he’s not a eunuch?"
"No~" The little one spoke in a milky voice: "Actually, I found out he’s the Chief Eunuch! Though he’s a palace attendant, he’s so nice to Zhi’er, always giving me treats when I visit him!"
For some reason, after Bai Zhi’er finished saying this, she noticed Feng Fuce’s expression in front of her turned odd.
It must be the fireworks in Heaven, dyeing Brother Fu Ce’s face into various colors!
Feng Fuce originally intended to seize the opportunity to confess to Bai Zhi’er that he was Brother Juzi.
However, hearing her words, the young boy’s fingers in his sleeve subtly clenched.
He pressed his thin lips tightly, closed his eyes briefly, and exhaled deeply.
In her perspective, could he never escape connections with being a eunuch?
Upon reopening his eyes, Feng Fuce had already returned to his usual calm indifference.
He scoffed coldly: "Since I’m not as good as him, why don’t you go look for him in the future."
Bai Zhi’er blinked her long lashes: "Can’t I play with Brother Fu Ce for a while, then go play with him for a while?"
Feng Fuce focused his gaze, leaning forward slightly to meet Bai Zhi’er eye to eye.
"Are little rascals always so greedy? What if I say no?"
"Why?" The little one wondered: "Would Brother Fu Ce be unhappy?"