The night wind howled as Ningning's delicate little body nestled in Ning Yichu's arms.
"Mommy, I really didn't harm my little sister. I didn't know that the wooden board had come loose..."
Ningning poked her head out from her embrace, mumbling softly, her round chubby face filled with guilt.
"I know Ningning wouldn't hurt anyone."
Ningning was after all a tad smarter than other children, her mind also very clear, "But grandpa and grandma seem to think I'm the perpetrator. Does that mean I can't come to play with Doudou and Grandma Zeng anymore?"
"They actually despise me, it's because of me that they view you through a biased lens."
"That's nonsense! It's clearly their vision that's impaired, you are a hundred times more beautiful than that vixen, and a hundred times kinder..." Ningning indignantly defended, huffing with anger.
Ning Yichu was comforted by her daughter's words, gently rubbing the little girl's cheek.