An Ruowei smiled, "No, I just got sand in my eyes, you misunderstood."
An Ji didn't believe her words; his sister had clearly been crying intensely just a moment ago.
Suddenly, his sharp eyes caught a glimpse of faint bruises on An Ruo's neck.
He abruptly pulled off the scarf from her neck, and the shocking marks of strangulation appeared before his eyes.
An Ji's small face turned deathly pale, his voice trembling as he asked, "Sis, who did this to you?!"
An Ruo hadn't expected his action, and she frantically grabbed the scarf back to wrap it around her neck, covering the marks.
"I did it to myself by accident..."
"You're lying! How could you do this to yourself? Sis, did he hit you?!"
"No, I really did it to myself."
"You're still lying to me! Sis, I'm already twelve years old, I'm not a child, deceiving me is useless!"
"Xiao Ji..."
An Ji clenched his fists, furiously saying, "Sis, how could he hit you, that's too much! I'm going to confront him!"
