Bai Zhi'er paused, lifting her watery eyes to look at him.
"Why are you holding me?"
"I feel you're uncomfortable, the road to the Emperor's bedroom is not short, so I'll hold you, you'll be more comfortable."
With that, Feng Fuce lowered his eyes, saying, "Lean against my chest, if it's cold, pull the collar over yourself."
His domineering tenderness made Bai Zhi'er unable to resist letting out a chuckle.
She naturally stretched out her hand to wrap around his neck, her head resting on his chest.
Fine snow fluttered down, settling on their umbrella, making a crackling noise.
Bai Zhi'er suddenly felt immensely at ease.
She couldn't help but say, "Brother Fu Ce, you will definitely come on the day of the Sealing God Ceremony, right?"
"The reason I can ascend the Heavenly Dao is greatly thanks to your efforts, so I hope you witness that moment."
Feng Fuce's thin lips curved into a gentle smile, "Of course, I'll go."
