"I'm sorry, Little White Flower—I've spoilt Yuan'er too much, which is why he turned out like this. Don't worry, I'll discipline him well from now on so that he won't bully you ever again, okay?"
"Yes, Big Sis." Little White Flower sobbed even as she clutched on Liu Rushuang.
"Could you heal those wounds on your cheeks? Do you need my help?" Liu Rushuang asked tenderly then.
"It's fine, Big Sis. I'm alright—I will heal in just a few hours."
Little White Flower appeared to be much calmer now, but there was an indescribable melancholy that dwelled in the bottom of her heart.
Was it that the people in the palace disliked her? Did they hate her for being too silly and naïve?
Han Moze watched them for a while, before breathing a deep sigh and turned to leave.
"Ze, don't…"
"You don't have to meddle this time, Shuang'er. The boy must pay for everything that he had done."
With those somber words, Han Moze left without another pause.
