Little Sweet's live broadcast room.
As Little Sweet looked at the mess in the pot—skins and fillings separate—she finally lost her sweet composure.
"I'm so sorry, I don't know why this happened," Little Sweet said, choking back tears, trying to be strong as she sniffled twice, with unrestrained tears still in her eyes.
She struggled to hold back her tears and looked at the camera, "I'll make dumplings for everyone to eat. I'm feeling a bit upset today, and my hand is injured..."
She left her words hanging, a classic damsel in distress.
[Little Sweet, don't cry, don't cry.]
[Right, you must be injured; otherwise, it wouldn't happen like this.]
[I'm waiting to eat the dumplings you make.]
[Yes! Little Sweet's dumplings taste the best.]
[How did you hurt your hand? You were online in yesterday's game the whole time; we even played together.]
