Zhi'er blinked her big eyes, "Is that so? Then... thank you."
Feng Fuce heard the gradual softening in her tone and felt there might be room to negotiate their relationship.
So, he squatted down to look Zhi'er in the eye.
"I can promise you that even if I meet the Heavenly Dao again, I will not hold any grudges. If she tries to make a move, I will..."
Feng Fuce paused for a moment.
Not retaliating is not his nature.
But Zhi'er was still looking at him eagerly.
Thus, Feng Fuce promised, "Then I'll reason with her."
Zhi'er sniffled, "It would be great if you could get along peacefully. But, Brother Fu Ce, until my mother wakes up, I don't know how to face you."
She lowered her head, "Can we stop being friends for now? Once I figure it out, I'll tell you."
Feng Fuce's gaze turned increasingly cold.
He released Zhi'er's hand.
"You're still deciding this?"
Feng Fuce straightened up, looking down at her coldly, "Why do you think I will keep waiting for your decision?"
