The little one turned his head, blinking his grape-like big eyes at him.
"Of course, I only believe in the you I see with my own eyes."
Feng Fuce seemed intrigued, and even asked, "Then what's your impression of me now?"
Bai Zhi'er's chubby little face was immediately surrounded by deep thought.
The little toddler furrowed his cute eyebrows in contemplation.
"Hmm... it still feels like you're a big meanie, but I found that Brother Fu Ce always says no, yet he's happy to do anything with me."
Feng Fuce's mind was slightly perplexed; a moment later, he lowered his eyes and chuckled lightly, his voice deep: "Is that so?"
Bai Zhi'er stood on tiptoe, wrapping her small hand around Feng Fuce's palm.
She gently brushed over his hand like smoothing fur.
"Brother Fu Ce, I know those words from the kid earlier must have hurt you."
"Don't mind those voices cursing you. By the end of the year, you'll be nine, and everything can start anew."
Feng Fuce's gaze darkened.
Nine years old?
