Lu Yebai watched her expression, unable to discern if Meng Xi'er was overly upset or had accepted reality.
"Yebai." Lady Lu raised her head and glanced at her son's untouched bowl of rice, frowning, "You're not feeling well today, why aren't you eating?"
Not a grain of rice in the bowl had been touched.
Lu Yebai shook his head, "I'm fine."
Lu's father added from the side, "After all, you're going to have a family of your own soon. You need to set a good example for Xiaochen, don't waste food!"
Meng Zichen held up his little bowl proudly, "I have finished it all up! Not even a single grain of rice is left!"
Lu's father turned to look at his grandson, beaming at his accomplishment. He ordered the servants, "Give Xiaochen more rice. Come, Xiaochen, have some meat!"
Lu Yebai stared down at his food, occasionally glancing at Meng Xi'er.
Every time Meng Xi'er fell silent, there was a hint of daze in her eyes, looking heavy-hearted.
