Wu Ning hurriedly pleaded, "Auntie, it's not the fault of nurse Wei, it's all because I was willful."
Nurse Wei had brought the cushion, it's just that she refused, for she wanted to clear her mind in solitude.
Zhulan glared at Wu Ning, "You still know that you've been willful?"
Wu Ning hung her head low; she knew, but today she just wanted to be willful for once. She had been repressed for too long and just wanted to vent.
Zhulan pursed her lips. Wu Ning had lost a lot of weight lately. The pavilion was by the water, and it got even colder when a gust of wind blew. Seeing Wu Ning shiver, the anger in Zhulan's heart extinguished instantly, leaving only heartache behind. She took Wu Ning's hand, "Come back with me."
Wu Ning looked down at her aunt's hand. Her aunt's hand was so warm; she couldn't help but grasp it tightly. The oppression and unease in her heart seemed to vanish.
