Feng Yihuan could feel her second brother staring at her. She didn't dare look at him, her eyes fixed only on the dishes the servants were bringing out.
She couldn't figure it out—why was Second Brother staring at her the whole time?
The feeling was like being interrogated as a criminal.
She watched the dishes being served one by one; only after the elders at home picked up their chopsticks could she start eating.
When she finally got to move her chopsticks, Feng Yihuan felt like she finally had something to do.
She ate quietly. Even though she didn't have much of an appetite, her stomach still felt really uncomfortable.
But sitting here, other than eating, she had nothing else she could do.
The topics the elders were chatting about weren't anything she could jump in on.
On top of that, her second brother would glance at her from time to time. That look made her heart panic.
