A ruo was silent.
Because she felt the Emperor’s words made sense.
Before Bai Zhi’er left, she initially wanted to go inside and see Jing Jia.
However, standing amidst the pure white snow, she ultimately didn’t have the courage to step into the hall.
She didn’t want to see her once vibrant mother, who now lay quietly there, unable to hold her and call her Zhi Bao anymore.
Bai Zhi’er firmly believed that as long as the current hardships passed, the day her mother woke, she would surely be proud of her.
After she left, A ruo walked out of the palace in a disheartened state.
The swirling snow was unbearably cold.
She stood dazed under the Xiangsi Tree.
In the corner of her eye, A ruo saw a silhouette.
She lifted her eyes to look.
Lu Wang was standing not far away.
He didn’t know how long he’d been there, seeming to want to say sothing to A ruo, but the words were caught at the tip of his tongue, lacking the courage to step towards her.
Through the wind, frost, rain, and snow, A ruo’s gaze was deep and indifferent.
Eventually, Lu Wang said nothing, and his figure gradually vanished into the snowstorm.
The palace of Heavenly Dao beca cold and desolate with snow.
Bai Zhi’er gently woke up in the mortal world.
Her eyelashes fluttered first, before seeing Feng Fuce sitting by the bedside.
He was gazing intently at her.
The little one thought she was mistaken.
She rubbed her big eyes and looked again.
No mistake, Feng Fuce was indeed there, sternly accompanying her.
"Brother Fu Ce? Why are you here?"
"You slept an entire day and couldn’t wake up, Qingi was worried, so they called to check on you, but haven’t notified the Emperor yet."
Feng Fuce saw Bai Zhi’er looking sowhat fatigued, guessing that she had returned to the place she originally ca from while asleep.
He gently helped the little one sit up: "How do you feel? Are you uncomfortable?"
Bai Zhi’er gently shook her head.
Suddenly she threw herself into Feng Fuce’s arms, hugging him tightly.
Qingi was carrying tea inside, upon seeing this scene, she had no choice but to retreat.
Feng Fuce was stunned, his light eyes widened.
Even his tone softened.
"What... did soone make you suffer in the nine layered heaven? Who was it, I’ll find trouble for him on your behalf."
Bai Zhi’er shook her head repeatedly.
She spoke in a muffled voice: "They want my mother to surrender the Heavenly Dao Position, I promised them, within ten years, I will complete a hundred rits and then inherit Heavenly Dao."
Feng Fuce was taken aback.
His dark eyes were deep, like flowing ink.
Bai Zhi’er withdrew from his embrace.
She looked firmly at Feng Fuce: "Brother Fu Ce, you once said your goal was the sa as mine."
"I now, as the future Heavenly Dao, sincerely invite you to walk alongside ."
"I trust you wouldn’t deceive , or harm . Let us guard the Three Realms together, Lord Demon."
The little one extended her hand towards him, stopping midway in the air.
Feng Fuce gazed intensely at her.
After a while, he suddenly smiled gently and extended his hand, tightly grasping her fingertips.
"I promise you. At any ti, I will not betray you. But, you must also promise one thing."
"What is it?"
"Never leave ." Feng Fuce said earnestly.
Bai Zhi’er blinked her bright, black eyes at him.
After a while, she decisively nodded: "Alright!"
At this mont.
The young Heavenly Dao Lady carried the Four Seas and Eight Deserts in her heart.
And she didn’t know, before her, Lord Demon was contemplating how to join her in this dream of mortal dust.
In the Three Realms, to embrace her for eternity.
As the two made their promise, silent fate swiftly turned, their nas appeared as if gilded, on the marriage book.
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