Feng Fuce gently held her hand.
"Don't worry," he said calmly and assuredly, "There's nothing wrong."
For some reason, hearing his soothing words made Bai Zhi'er feel much more at ease.
Thinking of this, she leaned her head on Feng Fuce's shoulder.
When traveling, most of their time was spent on the road in a carriage.
The two of them leaned against each other like this.
Bai Zhi'er was accustomed to this way of being, and besides Feng Fuce, she couldn't be this close to anyone else.
"Brother Fu Ce, it's a good thing you're here. Yesterday, father told me again that he dreamed of my mother. He said she was standing silently under a big tree, watching him with tears in her eyes."
"I almost cried with him at the time, but thankfully father didn't notice. He asked me if mother was in some trouble. I told him no, that she would be back soon."
The eyes, always clear and innocent, now filled with sadness and gravity.
