Bai Zhi’er snapped back to reality, "What?"
Feng Fuce reined in the horse and bowed his head seriously in apology.
"I didn’t expect you to be so scared, I’m sorry, Bai Zhi’er."
He had been too eager to confirm her identity, using an overly intense approach.
At this mont, seeing Bai Zhi’er’s tender face devoid of a smile, Feng Fuce felt nothing but regret in his heart.
No matter who she was, even if she was a disciple from the Heavenly Daoist sect or soone related to the Heavenly Dao.
To Feng Fuce, it was of no significance.
What he wanted was Bai Zhi’er as a person; he didn’t care about her relationship with the Heavenly Dao.
It was unimportant.
The little one froze for a mont.
She watched Feng Fuce dismount, leading the reins as if he were her guard.
Then, he walked to a stall and bought two cloud-like cotton candies.
"Take this as an apology gift. Don’t be afraid, with here, no evil can approach you."
Bai Zhi’er silently took the cotton candy, her bright black pupils fixed on it. A mont later, a few crystalline tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.
Feng Fuce imdiately grew nervous.
"What’s wrong? You don’t like it? Tell what you want to eat, and I’ll buy it for you right now."
Bai Zhi’er felt a bit guilty but didn’t know how to express it.
Brother Ce is her good friend!
Yet, she had just considered whether she should capture him and bring him to her mother to verify if he was the Demon Lord.
Bai Zhi’er felt she was being too an.
Why treat a friend like this.
Even if he were the Demon Lord, he wasn’t doing anything bad now!
He was just really fierce before.
Realizing this, Bai Zhi’er sniffled a bit.
She raised her shimring teary eyes, "It’s okay, Brother Ce, I’m not scared. I just... thought of my mother. In the past, she would make this kind of cotton candy for ."
Bai Zhi’er wasn’t lying about this.
Back when the mother and daughter lived in the Heavenly Court, Jing Jia would pluck a piece of seven-colored cloud, shape it into the size of a palm, and coat it with a layer of sugar frost and osmanthus honey as a snack for her daughter.
After all, Bai Zhi’er drank Immortal Wind and ate Flower Dew every day, unaware of other earthly delights.
She loved sweets; it was one flavor she could savor in the nine layered heavens.
In Feng Fuce’s deep gaze lay a hint of understanding.
So, she had been thinking of her mother.
It made sense; Bai Zhi’er was still so young.
Standing by the horse, he looked up at Bai Zhi’er on the saddle, her eyes still brimming with tears as she nibbled on the cotton candy.
The young man solemnly said, "I promise you, whenever you want to see your mother, just say the word, and I’ll make it happen."
Behind him was the hustle and bustle of people and vehicles in the marketplace.
But Feng Fuce was unaffected by the outside world, his attention solely on the little one.
Bai Zhi’er paused, then silently took a big bite of the cotton candy, covering her chubby face.
"I’ll wait patiently for Mother to return since she’s busy with her own matters," the little one said unclearly.
"Okay," Feng Fuce nodded, then asked, "So you’re not mad at anymore? You won’t ignore ?"
Bai Zhi’er put the cotton candy down, her pink cheeks now dusted with sugar frost.
She smiled brightly, "Of course, I won’t ignore you, Feng Fuce. You’re Bai Zhi’er’s good friend! A friend for life!"
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, holding the reins as he suppressed the smile on his lips, maintaining a facade of calm.
However, he couldn’t help but savor those words—
"For life? Not bad at all."
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