She slowly raised her hand with an almost stiff caution, reaching out to Qin Yue.
"Yue'er..." Her voice was low and hoarse, "...come here."
These two words seemed like a command, yet also a silent compromise to Chen Yi, and a mother's call to her two-year-old child.
Qin Yue's crying completely stopped, leaving only little sobs. When she was held by Qin Qingluo, she stopped crying altogether and felt a bit bewildered.
With a thick nasal tone, she softly and tentatively called out again, "Father, Father Wang... didn't lose..."
The woman prince remained silent, uttering no response.
"Your father Wang didn't lose, and dad didn't win either." Chen Yi reached out to stroke her head, but Qin Yue quickly shook her head to avoid it.
It didn't matter that the daughter avoided him; Chen Yi noticed that Qin Qingluo did not.
In Heart Lake, only Qin Yue remained at peace in Father Wang's arms, emitting tiny sobs, alongside Qin Qingluo's extremely suppressed, barely audible heavy breathing.
