In the Xiuluo Guard headquarters.
Bai Zhi'er lay sprawled on the table, spiritless.
Her round, shimmering eyes stared at the plate of pastries before her, yet she couldn't bring herself to eat.
These were specially prepared for her by Feng Fuce.
Normally, the little one would finish them in no time.
But today, Feng Fuce passed by twice and saw that she had only taken one bite.
Feng Fuce's cold eyes darkened slightly.
The little rascal must have been terribly frightened.
Unbeknownst to him, Bai Zhi'er was silently crying in her heart—
After roasting the bird's wings, she sprinkled a layer of cumin and white sesame on the sizzling grilled meat.
It was so delicious!
Thinking of this, the little one swallowed her saliva and buried her head in her arms, feeling wronged.
The night was deep, yet Bai Zhi'er remained at the Xiuluo Guard, waiting for A Ruo.
A Ruo, being the first witness, had to recount everything she had seen.
