"Grandma, why is that sister so strange?"
As night fell, the old woman and her granddaughter walked with Luo Xiaohong down the still bustling street.
The little girl occasionally turned her head to look at Luo Xiaohong, her eyes full of curiosity.
Luo Xiaohong was dressed in vibrant colors but walked barefoot, attracting a lot of attention.
However, her eyes were remarkably clear, filled with wonder at everything, her face obviously innocent and naive, as if anyone could easily deceive her.
The old woman said to her granddaughter, "Perhaps this sister hasn't seen many people and doesn't understand many things."
The little girl made a sound of agreement and asked, "But she said the Empress is her senior sister."
The old woman quickly covered her granddaughter's mouth: "Don't mention the former Empress again!"
The granddaughter blinked her big eyes and nodded in confusion.
