At this moment.
Fang Youzhen was standing beside Bai Zhi'er's desk.
She took out a box of green fruit from her book basket.
"Princess, take this to eat. My father knows an old monk who practices asceticism on the mountain. Every year at New Year, our family visits him, and every time we leave, he gives us these green fruits. They're very sweet, you should like them."
Bai Zhi'er took them with her little hands, her round eyes filled with joy: "Thank you, Sister Youzhen!"
Fang Wushen was on the other side of the little girl.
He gently touched Bai Zhi'er with his hand: "Little Jing sister... No, little princess, can I still call you little sister in the future?"
Fang Youzhen shot him a sideways glance, tinged with the warning of sisterly authority: "Fang Wushen, mind your manners!"
Bai Zhi'er blinked her long lashes obediently and said: "Of course, Sister Youzhen and Brother Wuxi are the friends I met just when I came to the academy!"
