"How can you be so self-righteous and confident?"
"You—" Xia Weiyi's accusation made the second aunt's face turn pale.
Just as she was about to retort, Xia Shuangshuang stood up, walked over to Xia Weiyi's side, and took her hand.
"Sis, don't be angry. Mom just panicked... That's why she spoke without thinking."
"Xun Hua did do wrong in this matter, and I apologize to you on his behalf. Even if you took him to court, he would deserve his punishment..."
"But sis, I, I'm pregnant. The baby is two months old. If Xun Hua were to go to prison, to be sentenced, then wouldn't my child end up an orphan?"
Xia Shuangshuang's tears fell like pearls from a snapped string, ceaselessly dropping. Her sobbing figure looked especially frail.
Their uncle had died early, leaving behind the second aunt and cousin, Xia Shuangshuang. Xia Weiyi actually felt quite sorry for her; looking at her own cousin, she also felt a kind of kinship in their shared pain.
