Bai Zhi'er snapped back to reality, "What?"
Feng Fuce reined in the horse and bowed his head seriously in apology.
"I didn't expect you to be so scared, I'm sorry, Bai Zhi'er."
He had been too eager to confirm her identity, using an overly intense approach.
At this moment, seeing Bai Zhi'er's tender face devoid of a smile, Feng Fuce felt nothing but regret in his heart.
No matter who she was, even if she was a disciple from the Heavenly Daoist sect or someone related to the Heavenly Dao.
To Feng Fuce, it was of no significance.
What he wanted was Bai Zhi'er as a person; he didn't care about her relationship with the Heavenly Dao.
It was unimportant.
The little one froze for a moment.
She watched Feng Fuce dismount, leading the reins as if he were her guard.
Then, he walked to a stall and bought two cloud-like cotton candies.
"Take this as an apology gift. Don't be afraid, with me here, no evil can approach you."
