Shi Yuhui envisioned the future, high-spirited as she chatted away at length.
But Little Calf did not say a word the entire time. She merely stared at Shi Tiexin with wide eyes, looking him over from left to right. Only after finishing her meal did she set down her bowl and say seriously, "Uncle Brother, are you very sad?"
Shi Tiexin was startled. He looked at Little Calf. "Why would you say that? I'm fine."
But Little Calf stubbornly shook her head, utterly certain. "No. You must be very sad."
Shi Tiexin subconsciously touched his face. Good heavens, can't my innate gift hold up anymore? Has my Jade-like Heart Guarding stopped working? No way!
I thought I'd put on a pretty good act.
I thought more than two months was enough time to adjust.
Look at Shi Yuhui. Even she hadn't noticed anything amiss, so why had Little Calf seen through me of all people?
Shi Tiexin fell silent for a moment, but in the end, he did not lie. "I have indeed been feeling a little down—but how did you tell?"
"Because we're the same." Shi Yuwei's expression was as serious as a three-year-old child's. "I can feel it. Your mood is the same as mine. I'm very sad, so I can tell that you're very sad too."
"Ever since I got lost as a child and tore that little miss's grandma's arm off, I've been very sad. After that big sister beat me up a few days ago, I became even sadder."
Shi Tiexin immediately recalled Lin Shuilian's little tricks.
He had not expected that, even so long after the match, their effects would still linger in Shi Yuwei's heart.
Shi Yuwei propped up her little face, looking utterly melancholy. "These days, I don't even eat quickly anymore,