An Zhixin looked straight at her as though she was waiting for her, her expression looking as though she had been wronged.
Mu Xiaoxiao darted her gaze away as if she couldn't see her and walked over to wash her hands.
An Zhixin called out to her, "Mu Xiaoxiao!"
Mu Xiaoxiao didn't feel like being bothered by her. After washing her hands, she shook the water off her hands and started to leave.
An Zhixin blocked her path, bit her lip, and said, "I didn't mean to do it just now!"
Mu Xiaoxiao stared at her and thought it was funny.
So that aggrieved expression of hers was to tell her that she had wrongly accused her?
"I told you. It doesn't matter."
It was not that she was magnanimous, but that she was too lazy to pursue the matter lest An Zhixin would continue to pester her about it.
Perhaps she really didn't mean for it to happen.