Her fair little face, tender and delicate, looked so soft.
Bai Zhi'er asked in a gentle voice, "You're not Sister Qingmei, and you won't let me see you, so can you tell me who you are?"
Her other small hand was held by the other person.
A cool fingertip was writing and drawing on her palm.
Bai Zhi'er felt carefully, it seemed like the person wrote—
[Palace Attendant]
The little one blinked.
Could it be that this person is mute?
As she thought, she peeled away the thin skin of the orange.
As a piece of orange was put into her mouth, the juicy pulp burst with sweet flavor between her lips and teeth.
Because it was previously wrapped in snow dust, it tasted even sweeter now, with a trace of coolness!
Bai Zhi'er shivered, her little teeth chattering from the chill.
Her plump little face shivered slightly too.
"Phew... so cold, but really sweet!" She marveled after swallowing.
After saying this, Bai Zhi'er clearly felt the other person let out a light quiet laugh.
