Arriving inside the stone forest.
He immediately saw a little one obediently standing there, occasionally tiptoeing and sniffing the flowers.
Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows.
Earlier at the morning court, she was so confident about finding the remedy, yet she still had time to eat an orange?
He walked forward, his long fingers gripping the little one’s wrist.
Zhi’er was led forward by Feng Fuce.
Her sweet, childlike voice was soft and adorable: "Brother Juzi, I’m here to teach you how to read again today!"
Feng Fuce recalled how she scribbled in the snow last time, and he had to guess along with her, his gaze darkened unknowingly.
Why was she so persistent in teaching him to read?
He then wrote in the palm of the little one—
Speaking of this, Zhi’er pouted her little face.
"Today was a bit sad~ Daddy went to the morning court, and Minister Uncle said that I was ominous and brought the plague."
Her voice was soft: "Brother Juzi, are you afraid of me too?"
He replied by writing—
Zhi’er immediately smiled sweetly.
"Then I’m happy because you’re a friend, and if you’re not afraid, I don’t care about what strangers say."
The little one was held by his hand, sitting under the eaves, leisurely swinging her little legs.
And obediently stretched out her hand, waiting to be fed an orange.
However, this time, after a while, something was placed in her palm.
It was warm! And soft!
Zhi’er widened her watery eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering under the handkerchief.
She pinched the thing in her hand and put it under her little nose to sniff.
"It’s a sweet potato!" The little one exclaimed joyfully.
Since last time she came and sneezed from the cold, Feng Fuce thought, if she came again, he wouldn’t give her oranges first.
This warm sweet potato was just right, neither burning her little fingers nor too cold.
Zhi’er peeled off the skin and happily ate the sweet and soft sweet potato, licking her lips with glee.
Feng Fuce sat beside her, resting his head on his hand leisurely, watching.
Zhi’er with her delicate skin, her cheeks and nose always carried a faint pink hue.
The fragrant fortune scent on her was incredibly pleasant.
Feng Fuce’s eyes were deep and contemplative.
She must be delicious.
How much mana could be gained back?
He couldn’t help but ponder.
Just then, Feng Fuce suddenly heard a suppressed sniffle of weeping.
He came back to his senses.
He saw the little one in front of him shaking and somehow already crying!
Tears fell pitifully while stuffing sweet potato into her mouth.
His brows furrowed immediately, and he pulled her hand to write—
Zhi’er, with a sobbing voice, said in her little milk voice: "I just feel a bit sad, people who don’t know me at all, yet Brother is willing to give me food, while the Minister Uncles doubt Zhi’er is an ominous person."
She held the sweet potato tightly, took a big bite.
Weeping: "If only everything in the world could be as joyfully simple as eating delicious food."
As the little one ate the sweet potato, her cheeks puffed up with each chew, like a wobbly little meat bun.
When she finished, she seemed to regain her spirits.
She stood up, clenched her little fist, and encouraged herself: "Forget it, no crying! Fairies do not shed tears."
After speaking, she couldn’t help but let out a soft "hiccup~".
Just now, she had some milk cake at Daddy’s, and now another half sweet potato.
The little one was completely full.
Feng Fuce watched as she quickly adjusted her mood, even though he hadn’t had time to say a comforting word.
Of course, he didn’t know how to comfort her either.
Zhi’er turned around, smiling sweetly: "Alrighty! Brother Juzi, I’m done venting, so take me back, okay? I also need to help Daddy find the Wuxiang Pearl."
Feng Fuce’s cold gaze softened slightly.
So, she came to him to adjust her mood?