When Mrs. Zhen returned, Du Yunluo was playing chess with Du Yunru.
Sunlight filtered through the window lattice, enveloping the girls sitting at the two ends of the couch by the window. Both had fair skin that glowed under the sun.
Du Yunru lowered her eyes, examining the chessboard with a hint of caution and consideration in her expression, while Du Yunluo held a piece, her loose strands of hair casting shadows on her face, her eyes unreadable except for the black and white intersections of the game.
Both were so engrossed that they didn't notice Mrs. Zhen had returned.
The maid was about to announce her presence, but Mrs. Zhen gestured for silence and stood in the middle room for a while, carefully observing the pair of sisters.
Unconsciously, Mrs. Zhen smiled, so tender that it seemed like water could drip from it. These two daughters of hers truly made her unable to put them down.
