Chapter 1206: Chapter 1206: Brother, What’s Your Name?
Feng Fuce looked on, his brow slightly furrowed.
Isn’t she afraid? Of course she is, after all, she’s just a child.
Yet, Bai Zhi’er is forcing herself to face it, she’s forcing herself to grow up!
Bai Zhi’er decisively wiped away her tears with her small hands, turning her fair skin a rosy red.
Her choked voice, carrying a hint of grievance—
"Zhi’er is not allowed to cry, don’t be scared by these bad things. Mother said, I’m born with a divine heritage, just by standing here, they will be afraid."
Bai Zhi’er waved her small hands to shoo them away: "Go! Go! Leave us alone! Don’t bully us!"
A Water Ghost, perhaps in a hurry, suddenly reached out, almost grabbing Bai Zhi’er’s wrist!
It was almost at this critical moment.
A slender hand suddenly embraced the three-year-old Bai Zhi’er into a hug.
The little one was startled, her tears turned into droplets, flowing out: "Brother?"
Feng Fuce half-squatted, holding her head, embracing her in his arms.
In a place where Bai Zhi’er couldn’t see, Feng Fuce’s eyes were icy cold, yet his tone was extraordinarily gentle when he spoke to her.
"You don’t have to force yourself to face it. Wherever I am, Bai Zhi’er, I won’t let you suffer any grievances."
As he spoke, his gaze was as sharp as a blade!
Feng Fuce waved his sleeve, and in an instant, countless ghosts wailed, crushed completely by an invisible mana, disappearing one after another into the water.
The vast expanse of the water gradually calmed.
The boat slowly sailed into a wide stretch of river.
Unknowingly, it dawned, the morning sun rising on the distant horizon.
The bright red glow illuminated Bai Zhi’er’s watery eyes.
"Brother... can you also cast spells?" The little one was very surprised.
Feng Fuce released her, smiling lightly: "I suppose so, but not as great as you."
The little one was stunned, then proudly raised her little head: "Yes, mom always said, Zhi’er is the greatest!"
"Brother, what’s your name?"
"Feng Fuce."
"The boat is about to dock, will I have the chance to meet Brother again?"
Feng Fuce didn’t rush to answer.
He just looked at Bai Zhi’er, his gaze extremely gentle.
Until he slowly grasped her small hand.
"Zhi’er, you may not know me yet, or remember who I am."
"But I want to tell you, you don’t need to let this memory constantly force you to grow up."
"You will meet me, and in every day of your growth in the future, I will be by your side."
"You no longer need to be brave, no longer need to command yourself to be independent."
As he spoke, he once again embraced the little one into his arms.
The breeze brushed over their faces, Feng Fuce remembered, the day Bai Zhi’er went to the capital should have been in the cold winter, why was the sunlight so warm?
He didn’t know, but he only knew he felt a pang of pain.
Because, Feng Fuce finally understood why Bai Zhi’er would remain asleep in this memory, unable to awaken.
She fell into a coma on her birthday, perhaps subconsciously fearing she couldn’t inherit the position of the Heavenly Dao after being struck by lightning.
She feared disappointing her mother, and even more, feared being unable to protect her family.
So, she chose to sleep.
In the depths of her memory, she always wanted to be that little girl who could cry freely.
However, her mother was the Heavenly Dao, with the responsibilities of the Heavenly Dao, her father was the Emperor, with the duties of an Emperor.
And at such a young age, she knew she couldn’t trouble her parents.
She had long learned how to take care of herself, so she rarely allowed herself to cry.
