Feng Fuce looked on, his brow slightly furrowed.
Isn't she afraid? Of course she is, after all, she's just a child.
Yet, Bai Zhi'er is forcing herself to face it, she's forcing herself to grow up!
Bai Zhi'er decisively wiped away her tears with her small hands, turning her fair skin a rosy red.
Her choked voice, carrying a hint of grievance—
"Zhi'er is not allowed to cry, don't be scared by these bad things. Mother said, I'm born with a divine heritage, just by standing here, they will be afraid."
Bai Zhi'er waved her small hands to shoo them away: "Go! Go! Leave us alone! Don't bully us!"
A Water Ghost, perhaps in a hurry, suddenly reached out, almost grabbing Bai Zhi'er's wrist!
It was almost at this critical moment.
A slender hand suddenly embraced the three-year-old Bai Zhi'er into a hug.
The little one was startled, her tears turned into droplets, flowing out: "Brother?"
Feng Fuce half-squatted, holding her head, embracing her in his arms.
