"They'll even ask you if it was your mother who taught you to be involved with one man while tangled up with another,"
Nan Sichen's words were cruel, but they were a fact.
Qin Yin covered her ears, shaking her head desperately, "That's not true, that's not how it is, Nan Sichen, I did not betray you, I didn't. My mother and my uncle didn't either; she was framed by Li Yueyi. My mother didn't teach me anything, she taught me nothing."
"Who would believe that?" Nan Sichen's voice rang out again.
"Who would believe that, huh... No one will believe me, no one will." Qin Yin said, dumb as a goose.
She slowly let go of Nan Sichen's hand and crawled into the quilt.
Wrapping herself tightly in the quilt, Nan Sichen could see her curled up into a ball, shaking gently; he knew she was crying, but he was powerless to help, his heart feeling as if it had been crushed.
