"Little Jin, come out."
"Where are you?"
The little girl's voice was choked with sobs. "Come out, okay?"
"Little—"
"Ah!"
The child cried out in pain.
Caught off guard, she kicked her toe against the corner of the table.
In an instant, excruciating pain swept through her entire body.
"It hurts, it hurts so much..."
The little girl fell onto the bed and curled up into a ball.
Tears streamed down her face.
"Qian Qian?"
"Qian Qian, what's wrong?"
Hearing the commotion, her mother entered the room. When she saw her daughter curled up on the bed, she immediately panicked a little.
She hurried over and helped her daughter sit up. "Qian Qian, what's wrong?"
"Does something hurt?"
"Qian Qian?"
Her mother's concern became the final straw that broke the little girl's last shred of composure.
"Waaah~"
She burst into tears.
She sobbed uncontrollably.
Her cries were full of grievance and sorrow.
And confusion and bewilderment.
The little girl's father also came in.
"What's wrong with Qian Qian?"
The man patted the head of the little girl crying in her mother's arms. "Why is she crying so hard?"
"What happened to her?"
Her father looked at her mother.
Her mother was both puzzled and heartbroken. "I don't know."
"She suddenly started crying."
"I asked her, but she wouldn't say anything."
"In the end, I still didn't tell my parents about Little Jin."
"I only told them that I'd hit my foot against the corner of the table."
"That it hurt."
Thinking of the stunned expressions on her parents' faces at the time, Mother Hua curved her brows slightly, though a hint of melancholy showed in her eyes. "Maybe it was because Little Jin had said that my parents couldn't see it."
"Maybe I was just throwing a