Song Zi left Moyun Pavilion, her back unexpectedly covered in cold sweat. Her instinct was that Song Zhiqing had heard some bad talk from somewhere, regarding her paralysis, and was doubtful—thinking perhaps someone had harmed her?
And who could that person be?
The implication in his words was plain to see.
Impossible!
Who is stirring up trouble, sowing discord behind the scenes?
Song Zi shook her head, took a deep breath, and tidied up her appearance, returning to Song Ci as if nothing had happened. Yet her mind was burdened with more concerns.
Song Zhiqing's expression left her with a hint of unease.
This unease persisted as she returned to the Lin Family, and reclined on the large pillow by the south window of the main hall, feeling listless.
Lin Guangxiong wondered, why does attending a family feast make her seem as if she's lost half her life?
