Zhi'er blinked her long lashes, her sparkling black eyes gazing at Feng Fuce.
He cared about her so much...
Zhi'er's red lips moved slightly, her voice somewhat coy: "It's nothing."
She withdrew her hand.
Feng Fuce furrowed his brow.
Even though he was scolding, there was an unavoidable hint of fondness in his tone.
"I'm talking to you, and you get lost in thought and burn the sleeve, Bai Zhi'er, you really are..."
At the end, he chuckled to himself.
Feng Fuce ruffled her hair: "Forget it, as long as you're okay."
Zhi'er's dark lashes fluttered.
"I heard you." She quickly stole a glance at him.
Zhi'er mustered up her courage to apologize to Feng Fuce.
"Brother Fu Ce, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have blamed you earlier. Although you made a mistake, I know you meant well for me."
"We could have chosen a way to communicate without arguing, yet I still sulked with you. I won't do it anymore."
"You are a friend I care about very much, let's not be angry with each other, okay?"
