And that unending noise added a few degrees of heaviness to Shang Ruyi's mood.
"Miss."
Just as she was frowning in silent contemplation, Tushere's voice came from beside her. Turning her head, she saw Tushere holding a plate of pastries, placing it near her hand, and saying softly, "Miss, have some pastries."
Shang Ruyi replied, "I'm not hungry."
Tushere immediately said, "I don't believe that. At noon, Miss was busy serving the Young Master, you hardly ate anything yourself."
"…"
"Young Master too, only minding his own eating, never caring if Miss had enough."
"…"
"Even if he's ill, at the very least—"
Seeing her pouting, looking somewhat dissatisfied, Shang Ruyi shook her head helplessly and said, "Silly girl, if he were still worrying about what I ate now, then I'd really have something to worry about."
"…"
Tushere blinked.
