The beautiful day ended with Carly's question, and Ed felt a pang of regret; he shouldn't have let Carly ask it. Although Carly might have just been asking out of curiosity.
But Ed can't just answer casually; it might be a kind of obsession.
"No, Carly, I'm fine. I just woke up a little early today."
Was Ed's answer casual? I don't think so! The affirmative "no" confirmed that he didn't have a back problem, emphasized the other person's name "Carly," and reiterated "I'm perfectly fine" that there was no problem.
Carly listened to Ed's explanation, but she didn't quite believe Lord Ed's explanation, because this wasn't the first time Lord Ed had done this.
Ed knew what Carly was thinking just by looking at her expression. Haha, looks like a soft back and a hard waist just don't work when you try to sleep!
He needs to quickly get some soft padding. He used to think he would gradually get used to it, but it's been more than two years and he still hasn't gotten used to it, especially recently he's been feeling uncomfortable.
"Carly, do you have any other questions? I already said I'd only answer one, and I refuse to answer any more."
Ed quickly spoke up to remind her, lest Carly ask some strange questions later. After he finished speaking, he quickly picked up his bowl and started drinking the porridge, but his eyes still kept sneaking glances at Carly.
Carly did have questions, but seeing Ed say that, she had no choice but to pick up her bowl and start drinking porridge. However, the spoon was too small and she was drinking too slowly, so she started drinking from the bowl.
However, the eye behind the bowl would occasionally peek at Ed. The first few times were fine; the two of them perfectly missed each other.
But after a while, their furtive glances finally caught up with each other. Hehe, they both stopped drinking their porridge and just stood there, holding their bowls,'secretly' observing each other.
But after observing each other for a while, they both felt a little awkward.
In the end, the clever child prevailed; Carly was the smartest and struck first. "Lord Ed, why are you peeking at me?"
Ed found it somewhat amusing; the guilty party was really accusing the innocent first! "Carly, how did you know I was spying on you? Weren't you the one spying on me?" Ed put down his bowl and looked at her openly. Seeing Carly's discomfitured expression, he couldn't be happier.
Carly stared blankly at Ed, Lord Ed was absolutely right.
It felt like she had eaten food infested with white worms, only realizing it halfway through.
Carly put down her bowl with a feeling of disgust and decided to first take off the hat she had been using to peek.
Alright, now neither of them is peeking anymore, nor are they drinking their porridge. They're just openly staring at each other.
But Ed started to feel weak after holding one position for too long; his back was already protesting silently.
Are we going to lose this war without gunfire?
Ed was somewhat unwilling to give up. In a battle between two armies, the braver one wins; one's momentum is strong at the first attempt, but weakens at the second, and exhausted at the third. Ed decided to persevere a little longer.
On the other hand, Carly, sitting opposite him, had bright, piercing eyes and sat upright like a pine tree. It seemed Ed was in a bad situation; he might not be able to hold his head high from now on.
Adelaide, standing nearby, remained silent, watching the two with amusement, wanting to see who would give up first.
A moment later
"Lord Ed, my father also gets up in a hurry, but he never has back pain," Carly said, looking at Ed, who was standing tall and straight, then bending over and looking down.
Yes, Ed was the first to give in. This is the most crucial moment. If you keep swaying left and right, you'll be the first to break down.
"Carly, I refuse to answer your question right now." Ed looked at Carly, who was looking smug.
"Hahaha," Carly laughed, she rarely saw Lord Eddard looking so embarrassed.
"I didn't ask you, I'm just telling you."
Carly was simply stating a fact; her father, a middle-aged man, was indeed not in a position to suffer the consequences.