After hearing that, Cai Die chose to think it over. "Mm, I have my own judgment too. I'll believe you. Tell me your story first."
I gave her a sweet smile, shallow dimples appearing on my cheeks.
We walked along the road to kindergarten.
I began recounting the story of the past.
I had deliberately pulled Cai Die aside because I wanted to explain everything to her in one go, so she would stop targeting Ye Qingxian.
Cai Die listened silently the whole time. Whenever she heard something different from the version she had been told, she could not help but furrow her brows.
Especially whenever she heard a crucial point—every time she turned to look at me, the look in her eyes left me a little silent.
I secretly stuck out my tongue. There was no way around not telling her.
Reality always made me tell my own story...
My story was not some thrilling novel.
Did she know how embarrassing it was?
At last, when Cai Die looked at me once more, her mouth opened and closed several times, yet she could not say a single word about how I was wrong. Instead, she grew even quieter.
That was only natural. How could Mei Bao possibly be wrong?
Younger Sister was still so young. Without the judgment of other Cultivators, what could she possibly have done wrong?
So Mei Bao was definitely not at fault. The one at fault was this world.
Younger Sister was different.
Cai Die finally convinced herself and managed to reveal the faintest smile.
With my explanation, combined with what she had observed over these past few days, as the filter of her first impression gradually faded, Cai Die was finally able to judge a person objectively. She no longer viewed Ye Qingxian through