Zhi'er opened her tearful eyes wide.
Her watery eyes were filled with startled amazement.
The scene before her dispersed with the wind.
She was back in the woods, her hand tightly held by Feng Fuce.
Zhi'er looked down and saw that the Demon not far ahead had completely turned to ashes.
The little one cried out sadly.
"What if my mother can't wake up, Sister A Ruo said she's in a coma, will I lose my mother?"
Feng Fuce reached out and gently covered her shoulder, pushing her into his embrace.
Zhi'er trusted him more.
At this moment, she didn't push Feng Fuce away but found solace in his arms, sobbing.
Her tears and snot soaked Feng Fuce's clothes.
He had no time to care, bowed his head and said deeply: "Don't cry, the Heavenly Dao is the leader of the gods, even if injured, it won't fall easily."
Zhi'er sniffled, her small body trembling along.
Feng Fuce wiped away the little one's tears with his fingertip.
