Although the carriage was bumpy, the child's sleep was always deep, especially since the carriage was dim, with only the faint light coming through the shaking curtains. Qin Yue was already fast asleep on Qin Qingluo's lap.
Qin Qingluo gently stroked Qin Yue's back. The carriage was momentarily silent, and no one disturbed the little one.
Taking advantage of the occasional flickering light leaking through the gaps in the carriage curtains, Yin Weiyin's gaze carefully fell on the sleeping, tender little face.
The little one was sound asleep, breathing evenly and deeply. Her small mouth was slightly open, and her rosy, chubby cheeks had a blush due to her deep sleep. Her long eyelashes were like two small fans, casting faint shadows under her eyelids. She was indeed like a porcelain doll, with hints of Qin Qingluo's shadow in her features. Her nose resembled Chen Yi's, along with a touch of baby fat belonging to a tender child.
