Bai Zhi'er was led back into the hall by Qingmei.
Before they even entered, they heard a cheerful youthful voice—
"Zhi Bao!"
The little one turned her eyes and saw the fourth son, Bai Daoyan, approaching quickly.
Today at the plum banquet, only he was dressed in shining golden light.
The hair crown made of Chisui on his head was extremely striking.
He saw his little sister's tiny figure from a distance and quickly walked over.
"Fourth Brother!" Bai Zhi'er immediately started running with her small feet, pattering over.
Bai Daoyan opened his arms, bending down with a smile, ready to embrace his sister.
However, before Bai Zhi'er could throw herself into his arms,
a figure suddenly rushed out from the side and scooped her up.
Bai Daoyan's face froze. He stood up and looked at Bai Yaoyu, who had intercepted his sister.
Bai Yaoyu, with his sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, was exceptionally handsome.
