"Mother~" Perhaps sensing that overwhelming resentment, Si Niang uneasily burrowed into her mother's embrace.
The child's adorable sleeping face was heartwarming, providing Qin Yao with a bit of comfort amidst her collapse... but she was still so overwhelmed!
She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her murderous intent, gently patting her daughter's back to lull her to sleep, carefully withdrawing her arm, and using the corner of the quilt to mimic her embrace ensuring the child wouldn't wake, then sat up and got out of bed.
Someone was startled by her actions, bumping into something with a not-so-quiet muffled thud.
Stupid, really! Qin Yao cursed inwardly.
She pretended to be deaf, went to the door, removed the bolt, then returned to the window, and shoved open the tightly closed window full of resentment, catching it halfway with her hand to avoid hitting the frame and making noise that would wake the little one in bed.
