Chapitre 652: 340 Separation_2

"Of course, you can."

Just as she happily reached out her hand to touch the dress, the little girl held up her chin haughtily and said, "This dress was bought by my mom from abroad. It's a limited edition. Do you know what that means? If you ruin it, selling you wouldn't be enough to make up for it."

She could never forget the mocking and disdainful smile on the little girl's face as she silently withdrew her poor hand.

"You can't touch this. It's a limited edition of Princess Belle. It's my favorite doll."

"How can you be such a bumpkin? You want everything you see. You're really from a small town - such a bumpkin face."

"You ruined my dress, and... How dare you hit me? Wuuwuu, I'm going to tell my mom!"

She stood there helplessly, she didn't do anything. Why did her cousin blame her for ruining her dress and accidentally bumping her forehead into the table corner?

Back then, she didn't understand what "false accusations" meant; she simply thought her cousin was strange.