She kept telling herself over and over again in her heart that this wasn't Xiao Moli's fault, nor was it his true intention.
He was simply set up, and from a certain perspective, he too was just a victim.
So, she didn't blame him, she wasn't sad.
Yet, the tears in her eyes couldn't stop falling.
The scenes she saw when she entered the door this morning kept flashing in her mind, and the scratches and bite marks on Xiao Moli's body.
She couldn't cry or make a scene with Xiao Moli because he was innocent.
She couldn't throw a tantrum with him because of this; otherwise, it would only make that Lin Qiaoqiao smug.
She didn't dare to cry out loud, didn't dare to let the people outside hear.
Otherwise, all sorts of gossip and rumors would spread, and who knows what it would turn into once it got out.
An Ziqi bit her lip fiercely, tasting a faint hint of blood.
Tears fell to the floor, making a plop-plop sound.
