However.
Just as he was about to speak, Jing Jia lightly tapped the table: "Alright, let's not talk about it for now, let's eat."
Seeing this, Bai Xilie understood that Jing Jia was not in the mood to inquire further.
He felt guilty and could only think of comforting Jing Jia later.
The meal proceeded in absolute calmness.
This was something Bai Zhi'er hadn't anticipated.
She thought her father and mother had planned many difficult questions for Feng Fuce.
After the meal, she spent time practicing calligraphy with Bai Xilie.
Jing Jia sat under the window outside, basking in the sun and sipping tea.
It was then that Feng Fuce walked to not far from her side.
"Heavenly Dao, why be fearful? I have only affection for Bai Zhi'er, nothing else complicated or calculating."
Jing Jia paused slightly in her tea-drinking motion.
She raised her long lashes to look toward the inner hall.
