When Bai Zhi'er dashed back to Ruizhu Palace.
Taking advantage of the Imperial Guard's inattention, she made her way straight to the main hall with her tiny steps.
Standing at the doorway, the little one used her pinkish hand to hold the door frame, quietly peeking in with half her head.
On the lounge chair, Feng Fuce was still asleep with his eyes closed.
The young boy's brows were dark and cool, even while sleeping, one could feel the fierce aura exuding from him.
Bai Zhi'er tiptoed inside and sat down by the soft couch.
Only then did she lightly wave her little hand.
She cleared her throat, her childish voice soft and delicate: "Brother Fu Ce? Brother Fu Ce! Why are you asleep!"
Feng Fuce slowly opened his eyes, his expression changing from the confusion and indifference of just waking to a gradually clear and deep look.
He stood up from the lounge chair: "I fell asleep without realizing it, you didn't run off anywhere, did you?"
