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"Little Shier, don't cry. Second Aunt and the others aren't abandoning Little Shier. They're just taking Little Jiu'er to the ancestral hall," Xiaoqi said with a hint of helplessness and envy.
"I don't want...Little Shier!" Little Shier followed Sister Xiaoqi, her little legs slowly trudging, and her small mouth already starting to pout.
Moreover, she insisted on the fact that her parents and elder siblings didn't want her!
On her tiny, delicate, white face, tears fell like pearls off a string, drop by drop.
"It's not like that. Little Shier, you must not throw a tantrum. Remember at home, Second Aunt held you to offer prayers together, right? Just now, Second Aunt was merely continuing to take Little Jiu'er to offer prayers at the ancestral hall."
"Offer prayers...?" Little Shier wiped her face, asking in response.
Xiaoqi demonstrated a bow and explained, "Just now, when Second Aunt held you like this, that was to offer prayers!"