After class started.
Today’s lesson is about ink painting.
The Second Master asked the students to imagine what their happiest monts should look like and try to paint them.
Bai Xilie stood at the back of the classroom, his gaze directed at his obedient daughter.
While the other students were still hesitant about what to paint, Bai Zhi’er was already mixing ink, ready to start.
Bai Xilie felt proud.
What would his darling daughter paint?
Would it be him telling her stories? Or him letting her ride on his shoulders as they played?
Or perhaps it would be the three of them reuniting?
Surely it must be that.
Bai Xilie thought comfortingly.
Bai Zhi’er focused intently, her fair profile looking very beautiful.
Bai Xilie believed that no little child looked better than his daughter in the entire classroom.
After a long while, Bai Zhi’er finally put down the ink brush.
She finished her painting!
Bai Xilie couldn’t help but walk over to take a look.
His fatherly smile beneath the mask turned slightly stiff when he saw Bai Zhi’er’s painting.
He squatted down and couldn’t help but ask softly, "Zhi’er, what is this?!"
In the painting, Bai Zhi’er’s small figure stood in the middle, holding a slender fairy’s hand with her left hand and a boy as tall as Bai Zhi’er with her right hand.
Although no faces were portrayed, Bai Xilie could clearly sense that the boy was not him!
Bai Zhi’er pointed to the painting and said, "This is Mother, this is Brother Ce, and I’m in the middle trying to reconcile them."
Bai Xilie felt as if struck by lightning!
Not only was he absent in his daughter’s painting, but she also included Feng Fuce!
Bai Xilie suppressed his heartache, "Zhi’er, why reconcile? Your mother has no conflict with Marquis Wan."
Bai Zhi’er simply replied with a sweet smile, mumbling, "Maybe there will be in the future..."
Just then, the Second Master stepped forward to politely remind him, "This guard, Princess hasn’t finished painting yet, please don’t disturb her for now."
Bai Xilie went back to stand at the back of the classroom in a daze.
He was deeply affected! His eyes were dark with loneliness.
His daughter didn’t paint him at all, but why did she paint that boy Feng Fuce!
Bai Xilie was heartbroken.
He started to reflect that maybe he really spent too little ti with his daughter.
To the extent that he wasn’t important anymore.
Finally, the class ended, and Bai Xilie stepped forward eagerly.
He said softly, "Zhi’er, Daddy will take you out to eat, and we’ll co back when it’s nearly ti for class again in the afternoon."
Bai Zhi’er was about to agree.
Mo Yanchi’s voice ca from the doorway.
"Little disciple~" Mo Yanchi called with a smile, "Today Master asked the dining hall to prepare your favorite plum-stewed ribs, co on, let’s go have lunch."
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big eyes and looked back at her own dad.
She asked Mo Yanchi in a crisp voice, "Master, can I bring my guard with too? He’s also hungry."
Mo Yanchi glanced at the tall guard.
He was montarily surprised.
The guard the little disciple brought today is quite tall.
Mo Yanchi smiled and said, "Why not, since you asked, Master will surely agree, let’s go."
Bai Zhi’er happily pulled Bai Xilie along and followed Mo Yanchi to the dining hall.
Mo Yanchi specially arranged a small room for Bai Zhi’er so she could eat quietly.
During the al, because Bai Xilie wore a mask, it was inconvenient for him to eat, so he could only watch silently.
Mo Yanchi sotis picked up dishes for Bai Zhi’er, sotis poured her soup.
Bai Xilie’s heart was filled with guilt.
How long had it been since he properly ate with his daughter?
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