Rong Ning squatted down in front of her, holding her hands, and upon seeing her scraped palms, he asked gently, "I didn't help you up during the day and watched as you were bullied. Are you upset?"
Listening to his gentle voice, tears fell uncontrollably from Song Huaining's eyes, "Of course I'm upset! That Chu Nianhan deliberately made me fall in front of you! My new clothes are torn too..."
In her hand, Song Huaining clutched a wrinkled corner of her skirt, which now had a large tear and a stain.
The dress, already made particularly large for her, now seemed even more of a waste of fabric.
"I'll bring you new clothes, don't be sad," Rong Ning comforted her, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
