Ning Xia only staggered a step before steadying herself, but that small figure, having bumped into her, tilted backwards, ending up sitting on the ground with a thud.
It was unclear whether the fall had hurt, but he immediately burst into loud sobs.
Ning Xia was startled and quickly crouched down to pick him up, "Sorry, sorry, Big Sister didn't see you. Don't cry, don't cry."
She checked the little fellow's hands and feet and found no signs of injury, which made her breathe a sigh of relief.
However, the little fellow kept on crying incessantly, tears and snot streaming down his face as if he had been greatly wronged. Ning Xia couldn't calm him down, which garnered criticizing glances from the people around as if she, the "bad mother," had bullied the child.
"Hey, don't cry anymore, didn't Big Sister apologize to you already?" Ning Xia was at her wits' end; even though she had a child of her own, she really had no experience in soothing children.
