"Are you ... alright!" Yan Huaijing turns to her, looking at Wei Yuewu who is holding a handkerchief over her mouth and whimpering, the look in her eyes is confused and surprised, her hand reaches out but still retracts, softly soothing her, "Did it scare you? It's fine, it'll be fine, the Third Prince has a soft spot for your mother, he won't watch anything happen to you."

Wei Yuewu face is full of tears, take the pad anxious cover to go, a good half a long time, only to stop ...