Once again, they were the only two people left in the room.

Zuo Zhaoran sat on his lap anxiously: "Uncle, I don't want to eat snacks, I want to go home."

Her round cheek was suddenly pinched gently: "You can call me uncle very smoothly?"

He turned his head and looked at her, his dark eyes reflecting her somewhat panicked face:

"My name is Fu Sichen."

"..."

"Calling names."

The corner of Zhaoran's mouth twitched, looking at his face, she couldn't say the three words Fu Sichen.

No one in the world dared to call him by his first name, and she only dared to say it behind his back for so many years.

But Fu Sichen's hand pinched her cheek as if he was addicted to it, and he wouldn't let go unless she said something.

She finally succumbed to the threat and said inarticulately: "Fu Sichen..."

He rubbed her cheek with satisfaction: "How old are you this year?"

...This is a friendly greeting like a big brother.

But the good thing is that he doesn't seem to know that the capsule has been replaced inside? He should think that her soul or something is covering her body or something like that? So he wants to get in touch?

The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. She blinked and said with an innocent look, "Six years old."

He raised his sword eyebrows slightly and said meaningfully: "You are old."

Zhao Ran was stunned for a moment and thought carefully about it. It seemed that she was six years old when she first met Fu Sichen. From that time, her painful life began.

In this way, it was like going back in time, returning to the time when I was six years old, and meeting him again.

Wouldn't that be——

Zhaoran took a breath of air and immediately got out of his arms, her body stretched straight: "It's getting late, uncle, I should go back. Thank you for your hospitality."

As she said that, she trotted towards the door and stood on tiptoe to pull it open, but she was just a little bit close, just a little bit close to catching it.

A pair of jade-like hands gently grasped the doorknob: "Want to go out?"

Zhao Ran looked up at him.

Fu Sichen was standing behind her, dressed in black clothes like a huge shadow, covering her belated "childhood" again.

She pursed her lips and nodded aggrievedly.

Fu Sichen smiled slightly, and his stretched eyebrows seemed like a fairy falling into the mortal world:

"Maybe you can ask for my help."

"..." With thick brows, she sighed without tears. Like a little adult, she turned around and looked up at him formally, and asked softly:

"Can you open the door for me?"

A glimmer of light flashed in Fu Sichen's eyes, and he knelt down to look at her level. There was a trace of irrepressible tenderness in his deep voice:

"Why not?"

He stared at her with hook-like eyes: "You can do whatever you want."

Her little heart was beating tightly. She looked at him nervously, and saw a hint of bad intention suddenly appeared in his gentle expression:

"Just not this time."

"???" Then aren't you lying?!

Ignoring the howl in her heart, Fu Sichen hugged her up. Just then, the person who bought the snacks came back. The dishes were still exquisite, but he was panting: "Master, the snacks are here."

His brows and eyes instantly turned cold, as if he suddenly fell into an ice cave:

"slow."

His Ranran was impatient.

There was a hint of fear in the subordinate's brows and eyes, and he lowered his head and did not dare to speak. He felt that his master's eyes were like knives falling on him, which was extremely terrifying.

Suddenly, a waxy voice intervened: "They are already very tired, don't talk about them anymore."

The subordinates were stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw a plump and cute little girl nestled obediently in the arms of her pavilion master, and said softly:
Chapter completed!