Qin Yue cried her heart out, so aggrieved she couldn't even put it into words. Chen Yi coaxed her again and again afterward, and the more he coaxed, the harder she cried. Chen Yi thought for a moment, then picked her up; she struggled with all her might, pounding and hitting him, but he remained unmoved. Instead, she only managed to pound her own fists red. So once she was tired of hitting and tired of crying, she puffed her cheeks, sobbing silently in anger.
Holding her in his arms, Chen Yi walked and stopped along the way, admiring the scenery on both sides. Neither of them spoke, father and daughter awkward in their silence.
He didn't know what to say to Qin Yue, and Qin Yue didn't want to talk to him. Her head drooped low, sulking.
