"First Sister…" Nan Xin called out once more when she noticed that Nan Hua had stopped embroidering.
Nan Hua raised her head and looked at Nan Xin. "How can I possibly blame your father for what happened?"
Nan Xin's eyes widened slightly. Upon hearing Nan Hua say 'your father' and not just 'father', it appeared to her that this young girl didn't want to acknowledge Nan Shu Cheng as her own father too. It was logically understandable, considering what she had gone through all these years.
Even though Nan Hua called Nan Shu Cheng as her father from time to time, it was clear that she only did that when there were outsiders. There was not even an ounce of feeling left when she called him that way.
It was as if the address shouldn't have belonged to anyone in Nan Hua's life.
Which was why she only uttered it out as nothing more than perfunctory.
"First Sister, do you mind if I stay here?" Nan Xin asked carefully.
