Amidst the mysterious atmosphere at the Yingzhou dinner party, Yuan Yuan sat straight, holding a teacup, calmly lowering her eyes, as if utterly unaware of the cold stares around her.
She only occasionally turned her head to look beside her, full of confusion: "Why are you sliding down?"
"..."
The Wood Cottage, slowly sliding down the tatami chair, looked up at her words, with a stiff smile: "I'm just relaxing?"
"Relaxing under the table?"
"It's cooler down here!"
The Wood Cottage's expression stiffened for a moment, then shrank down further.
Yuan Yuan seemed to notice, raised her eyes, and looked towards the curtains in the distance.
Sensing the faint gaze from behind the curtains, she suddenly understood.
"Someone you know?"
"Honestly, I've only met them once."
Yuan Yuan became more enlightened, "A victim?"
The Wood Cottage's eye twitched wildly for a long time, nodding with difficulty: "…Kind of."
"Then you deserve it."
