Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Wei Xiyue leaned softly in her father’s arms and revealed half of her head from her cloak. She looked at Madam Chen, who was lying on the ground for some reason. “Third Aunt.’
Madam Chen raised her head with difficulty from the pit she had smashed. She looked at Wei Xiyue, who definitely did not look like she had been kidnapped, and then at Wei Qing, who was carrying Wei Xiyue. She was stunned on the spot in disbelief.
Madam Wei walked down the steps in a daze. The cold wind almost blew her down. She walked to the center of the courtyard step by step and did not dare to go forward, as if she was afraid that all of this was a dream. If she walked too close, she would wake up from the dream.
She found her voice with difficulty. “Qing’er… is that you?”
She turned around and raised her head, trying to force the tears back into the corners of her eyes. Bean-sized tears fell down her cold face like broken beads.
She did not wail and only cried silently. She quickly wiped her tears with her hand, but more and more tears fell.
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