Aunt Zhang saw the little girl's anxious look and smiled reassuringly, "Come upstairs with me first. It's so late, aren't you tired?"
"I'm okay!" An Yin replied tactfully.
Aunt Zhang walked ahead, crossing the back hall and climbing the spiral staircase to reach the upper floor.
An Yin did not dare to look around the entire time. The carpet under her feet was finely laid out, making no sound when walked on, and felt somewhat like a soft mattress.
In fact, upon entering the hall, An Yin was aware of where she was.
The last time she came to clean Bao Shaojin's cushion, she was here. Thinking about how she failed to clean it thoroughly and ended up making a mess of his back garden, An Yin couldn't help but feel guilty.
Why did it seem like ever since she met this man, she kept causing trouble for him?
She really felt like a failure, especially in front of Bao Shaojin.
