Feng Fuce placed a dish of minced meat on the ground.
Dahua immediately devoured it eagerly.
Feng Fuce reached out and stroked the cat's head.
"You've eaten so much of my food, why don't you help remind Bai Zhi'er that the person she's looking for is me."
As he spoke, the young boy's eyes took on a somber look.
"Could it be that she knows there are no oranges in spring now, so she's simply not in a hurry to look?"
He thought of Bai Zhi'er sitting on the ground crying out loud tonight.
After seeing him, she seemed trusting and reliant.
The melancholy in Feng Fuce's eyes diminished considerably.
He pressed his thin lips into a cool smile.
"Forget it. I'll give her a few more days to remember me."
After all, one cannot be too harsh on a little rascal who values food above all.
...
Next day.
The Sixth Prince, Bai Xingye, woke up early in the morning.
Thanks to a good night's sleep, he wasn't startled awake by any nightmares.
