Childhood, another rainy day.
Tingyuan Sheng arrived at the lakeside, where the little girl he had met before was already waiting for him in the pavilion.
Upon seeing him, the little girl ran out of the pavilion like a wisp of smoke, "Brother, you really came!"
However, Tingyuan paused, noticing fresh injuries on her face, one cheek swollen high with a clear handprint.
He pulled her into the pavilion, "Were those people bullying you again? Did they hit you?"
The little girl touched her face, "No, they didn't hit me, my mom did."
"Why did she hit you?"
"The young lady said I stole Madam's money, so my mom beat me."
Tears welled up in the little girl's eyes, "Brother, I didn't steal the money, really I didn't. It wasn't me who stole Madam's money, it was the young lady, I saw everything."
Tingyuan had tasted the bitterness of being falsely accused and beaten himself; his father never believed him, only the illegitimate child.
He whispered softly, "I believe you."
"Really?"
