"Come in." Song Enya interrupted the servant coldly while widening the gap in the door.
Her calmness left Song Yunxi feeling even more strange and worried.
He would rather she cry and make a fuss, complaining to him in indignation and being unreasonable, than see her looking as if she had lost her mind.
The servant did not think much about it. As if having just received amnesty, she hurriedly brought the dishes in respectfully with her head down.
When the servant walked back out, the missy was ready to close the door again.
Her brother swiftly blocked her from doing so. "Hold it!"
She was a little slow in her actions and turned to look at him dazedly. Her eyes remained lifeless, causing one to feel a bit terrified.
She was still alive, but she seemed dead.
"What's the matter with you?" questioned her brother sternly. "Look at you; why did you let yourself end up like this?! This is outrageous!"
