Little Xiong Wuyue watched the little girl from afar.
She was just sitting there while the adults fawned over her and expressed their condolences in tears.
But the little girl was timid and never spoke to them.
Little Xiong Wuyue felt that this little girl was not at all great like her.
How could this cowardly little girl be better than her?
So, little Xiong Wuyue raised her tiny chin and walked to the adults with a charming smile.
However, unlike what she had expected, the adults ignored her and did not even spare her a glance.
They were like a flock of chickens trying to peck on the only corn cob thrown at them.
This made little Xiong Wuyue feel rejected for the second time.
