Feng Fuce's gaze darkened.
He stood up and walked briskly towards the stone forest, alone.
Sure enough, by the time he arrived, Bai Zhi'er had already gone back.
But where she usually stood, there was a small bulging handkerchief.
Feng Fuce went over, picked it up and opened it.
The handkerchief contained two pastries shaped like oranges.
They were exactly the pastries he'd helped Bai Zhi'er buy that day.
He remembered how the little one had guarded them tightly, saying she wanted to save them for a friend.
Feng Fuce lowered his head and took a bite.
In the cold winter night, he surprisingly tasted a bit of sweetness.
After a moment, Feng Fuce turned around, a sharp coldness in his gaze.
Returning to the Xiuluo Guard, he immediately called for Chu Ping.
"Gather some people, wear night attire, we're going out for a while."
Chu Ping, upon hearing this, knew there was a task to undertake!
He immediately put down the pastries: "As you command!"
...
The next day.
