Nan Fei's fist tightens quietly, then slowly loosens. She tucks away the sharpness in her eyes to objectively evaluate the situation as calmly as possible.
Zhuanzhuan shrinks back and looks at the village chief, "Chief, I'm scared, I fear I might be silenced too. I'm a coward, I panicked and I just can't dare to do it."
Nan Fei lets out a sigh subconsciously. She abruptly realizes her deep-rooted thoughts and can't help blaming herself.
The reason is very straightforward and real. If you put yourself in their shoes, anyone would be scared!
It's murder!
Who won't be afraid!
Even an adult might not have the courage to confess, let alone a child, and a girl at that, who is more timid.
"Zhuanzhuan, you did the right thing! Go home and eat dinner! It's past mealtime, you must be hungry."
"Thank you, Chief!"
"Go on!"
As the family of three walks home, Zhuanzhuan says in self-blame, "Dad, sis, did I embarrass our family?"
