[ Jin Ling freezes, not moving as he stares at his uncle, an ice cold feeling of dread sliding down his spine. ]

What?

[ It makes no sense. None at all. And after a second he started to shake his head, a little fiercely. ]

They— they’re just jealous! They always are! Uncle— who would dare do that to you?? Who do I- we can’t let them get away with it!

[ He hasn’t yet considered the difference between “I was accused of” and “I had committed”, yet... ]