When Yu Wenye handed the empty bowl to Tushere, he looked down and met Shang Ruyi's nearly admiring eyes. He was puzzled, though he didn't want to pay attention to her, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing."
Shang Ruyi quickly shook her head.
Yu Wenye glared at her again, more reluctant to pay her any attention, and turned around to enter the inner room, lying down on the bed.
Shang Ruyi sensed it too; she faintly felt that Yu Wenye seemed angry again like when they first returned home, but if she asked him, he would surely deny being angry — perhaps the more she asked, the angrier he might become.
Thinking this way, she kept silent and sent Tushere away, then sat at the dressing table herself.
Although it was just a family banquet, she had seriously styled her hair earlier, wearing a few dignified hair ornaments. Now, as she took them off, her long, shiny hair cascaded down like fine silk, draping behind her.
