"If you don't want to be entangled by her, maybe just pretend to accept her apology first, and then slowly distance yourself from her."
Zhou Yun advised Xiuxiu.
Xiuxiu pouted, shook her head, and said, "I don't want to pretend to accept her apology, I just don't want to accept it."
The little girl's thoughts were particularly simple and pure.
She didn't even want to pretend a little.
Zhou Yun was silent for a moment and said, "You're braver than me."
Xiuxiu looked up in surprise at Zhou Yun, as if she hadn't expected to hear such words from her.
Zhou Yun smiled at her and said, "I can't be like you, displaying my true feelings openly."
"Why?" Xiuxiu asked in confusion, "Aunt Xiao Yun, aren't you a big star? Can't you express your true feelings?"
Zhou Yun was quite shocked that she was discussing "true feelings" with an eight-year-old.
But Xiuxiu's expression was serious; she wasn't pretending to understand, she genuinely got it.
