"Yining!"
"Now, even if I jumped into the Yellow River, I couldn't wash it clean."
Xu Nianhua listened to the thumping footsteps in the hallway. Just the thought that tomorrow Yining definitely... wouldn't listen to her explanation gave her a headache.
"Then don't bother washing."
Pei Yicheng lowered his head, sealing those endlessly babbling lips.
...
"Nianhua, yesterday, I really didn't see anything."
Pei Yining got up and saw Xu Nianhua; her first instinct was to explain.
But the more she explained, the worse it sounded—trying to cover up but only making things seem more obvious, and in this moment, it was spot on.
Xu Nianhua cleared her throat and explained, "Yesterday, I made a bowl of noodles for your brother. When I finished washing the dishes, I stepped in some water and slipped."
"I get it, I get it." Pei Yining had a look of understanding, covering her mouth as if to promise she wouldn't spill the secret.
Xu Nianhua: "..."
It really was just an accident!
