After entering the villa, Han Yi'er's expression as cold as ice did not change at all. She didn't mind the hatred in the eyes of the maids at all.
"Xiaohan." After hearing Butler Li's greeting, she hurried over: "Go and wash the dishes in the kitchen, and prepare dinner for the master."
She nodded indifferently and walked towards the kitchen. When she stepped in, she happened to bump into Xiaoxuan.
Looking at Xiaoxuan's still-red cheeks and swollen eyes, the crisp sound of the slap just now echoed in her ears again. Ren Hanyi'er pretended to be selfish, and her eyes could not hide the guilt...
"Yi'er..." Xiaoxuan whispered softly, and her pure eyes seemed to be a gleam of light in the darkness, illuminating her heart...
She did not blame herself, and her attitude towards herself did not change.
From Xiaoxuan, we can see the person he was before this morning. He didn’t know how to protect himself and was defenseless against anyone. Maybe this is valuable, but at the same time, it is also harmful to himself.
The more noble Xiaoxuan becomes, the heavier the guilt in his heart becomes, and at the same time there is also a kind of longing...
Han Yi'er longed to become friends and sisters with Xiaoxuan, but now she couldn't give any response to Xiaoxuan.
He glanced at Xiaoxuan indifferently, then walked to the sink and started washing the dishes. His scratched hands were in pain from the dishwashing water being killed by the dishwashing detergent.
"Si" took a breath and frowned slightly. Xiaoxuan, who was standing at the door, hurriedly ran over: "Yi'er, you are injured. Go apply some medicine first, and I will help you wash it."
The concerned voice behind her shocked Han Yi'er's heart. Why is she still greeting her now? It's obvious that they just met...
Tears gradually blurred her eyes, and her shoulders shook slightly. She originally wanted not to have close friendship with anyone in this Yun family mansion from now on, but...
At this moment, Han Yi'er couldn't bear it any longer. She turned around and hugged Xiaoxuan tightly, her tears of grievance and guilt overflowing unbearably.
No matter what kind of grievance she faced, she would try her best to endure it, but she could not restrain her true tears for Xiaoxuan's innocent humanity: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." This belated apology was said a thousand times in her mind.
Thousands of times, even though it made no sense, the guilt in my heart disappeared a little.
"Forget it, forget about what happened before, let's be good friends from now on."
Is it okay? Can we become good friends as Xiaoxuan said? Could Yun Aotian make himself comfortable in this mansion?
Although she really wanted to tell Xiaoxuan that she wanted to be a good friend with her, she didn't want to hurt Xiaoxuan again.
After diluting the tears in her eyes and letting go of her arms, Han Yi'er's expression gradually became cold: "I don't need friends!"