Hen Zhihua stood frozen, completely taken aback. She never knew that Qin Yin, who always had lofty ambitions and dreams, could say such self-deprecating words after so many years.
She pursed her lips and, without another word, turned and left.
Nan Sichen, however, remained standing there for a long time, motionless.
Qin Yin pulled Nianzhi inside, frowning and scolding him, "You child, why did you say such things today? You mustn't speak like that again, understand? It's very rude."
Nianzhi pouted, feeling especially wronged, and said, "That auntie was also very rude. She called mommy a bad word."
Qin Yin was taken aback, sighed, and pulled Nianzhi into a hug.
"Besides, baby was telling the truth. That auntie had blood in her mouth, and she smelled really bad when she talked."
Qin Yin paused for a moment, understanding Nianzhi's meaning—he was saying Hen Zhihua had the scent of blood, but he could only describe it as a bad smell because he didn't know what it was.
