"Okay."
"And I'm not cute!"
"You are."
"Stop saying it!"
"Okay."
"You're doing it on purpose again!"
"Mm."
"Argh!!"
Even as she shouted, Yuanying's eyes were no longer red with humiliation. Her shoulders had loosened. Her breathing was steadier. She was still angry, still embarrassed, but no longer hurting.
It looked like the storm had passed safely, which brought a smile to Huaijin's lips.
In reality, no matter how aggressively Yuanying acted towards Huaijin, the latter couldn't help but feel that the kid was being cute rather than being dangerous, which left Yuanying confused about how to behave towards this bold little girl who was staring at her strangely and laughing about something.
Huaijin, seeing that the emotional damage had settled, gently tied up the first-aid kit and looked Yuanying straight in the eye.
"I don't hate you, little cousin," she said honestly.
Yuanying jerked slightly.
