Ye Anqi herself didn't know what was wrong with her.
One moment she was worried about Ya Shitian, and the next she found reasons not to worry.
This cycle repeated until it was soon lunchtime.
The servant came to remind her, "Young madam, it's time for lunch."
Ye Anqi snapped back to reality, "What time is it?"
"Twelve."
"So soon..." She felt like she had just been sitting for a moment, how could several hours have passed?
Ye Anqi went to the dining room to eat.
The servant laid out a sumptuous spread.
The table was full of dishes, all of which she loved.
But she was the only one eating.
Ye Anqi suddenly lost all her appetite.
She didn't know what was wrong with her, inexplicably she was very worried about Ya Shitian.
The servant noticed she hadn't moved her chopsticks for a while and asked, puzzled, "Young madam, do these not suit your taste?"
"No." Ye Anqi forced herself to start eating, but after half a bowl of rice, she couldn't eat another bite.
