Feng Fuce gave all the Asura Envoys a holiday.
He carried Xijiang Yue's pastries, walking on the palace road filled with moonlight, intending to find Bai Zhi'er.
Just after turning the corner, he heard a sobbing cry.
Feng Fuce paused his steps.
He walked over with somber eyes.
In the dark of the palace road, sure enough, it was that little fellow Bai Zhi'er.
She sat on the ground, holding her little ankle with a wronged expression, sniffing her nose.
Bai Zhi'er saw a pair of black boots stop in front of her.
She looked up, her voice tearful: "Brother Fuce."
"Where are the palace attendants around you, didn't they follow you?" Feng Fuce frowned, squatting down, helping to check her little foot.
Bai Zhi'er wiped her tears with her little hands, making her cheeks red.
She said: "I let the sister palace maids go play, I originally wanted to send the bamboo cage to father, so he could hang it up for mother to see."
