"What's wrong?"
Anning took a warm towel and handed it to Xiao Qin, signaling for her to wipe her face.
While Xiao Qin was wiping her face, Anning poured her a glass of Water and handed it over.
Cradling the hot tea in her hands, Xiao Qin finally felt a bit calmer and steadier inside.
She lowered her head. "I feel all stuffed up inside and don't know who to talk to. My mom's already annoyed, Xiu'er doesn't have much on her mind, and my second brother is, after all, a man—there are some things I can't say to him. After thinking it over, you're the only one I can talk to."
"Then go ahead, I'm listening."
Anning smiled. "Just treat me like a trash can, say whatever you want to me. I promise I'll only listen and won't spill a word to anyone."
