Gu Ningyue's solo dinner had dragged on for over an hour. By the time she realized it, the dishes in front of her had long gone cold, though she'd barely touched them.
"Aunt Zhang, please clear the table!"
Aunt Zhang responded and walked over, momentarily stunned at the nearly untouched dishes on the table: "Young Madam, are you feeling unwell, or do these not suit your taste? Should I make you some noodles instead?"
Gu Ningyue shook her head, "No need, I'm just a little uncomfortable. I'll go upstairs to rest."
Her voice sounded quite dejected, a stark contrast to when she'd just seen Aunt Zhang moments ago.
Aunt Zhang asked a couple of concerned questions, but Gu Ningyue only shook her head again, saying, "Just a bit tired, a night's sleep will fix it."
