Childhood, a rainy day, a pavilion by the lake.
Both cheeks of the little girl were swollen high, with clear palm prints on her tender face.
She was still wearing an ill-fitting single-layer garment, with the rolled-up sleeves revealing faint bruises of green and purple.
A surge of pity welled up in Sheng Tingyuan's heart, "Who hit you?"
"My mom."
"Why did she hit you?"
"Miss pushed Little Pear Blossom into the lake, and after Little Pear Blossom was saved by an adult on shore, she pushed Miss into the lake."
"What does that have to do with you?"
"My mom said it was my fault for not protecting the Miss properly, she also told me to tell Madam that I was the one who pushed Little Pear Blossom, not the Miss. When I refused to say it, she just kept hitting me."
Sheng Tingyuan clenched his fists, "Come on, I'll take you to the police."
The little girl shook her head, "It's not necessary, brother, I'm okay."
