The woman turned to look at the study window again.
What?
After a long while, the woman looked away.
What was she looking at?
The woman looked at the older woman in confusion.
"What do you want me to look at?"
"Your younger brother?"
"Don't you recognize him anymore?"
"He's—"
"Of course I recognize him!"
The older woman retorted, sounding rather offended.
"I'm their aunt, after all."
"How could I not recognize him?!"
How absurd.
Without realizing it, the older woman raised her voice.
The woman's brows twitched slightly.
She hadn't dealt with the older woman in a while, and she was no longer used to her loud voice.
"Since you recognize him..."
The woman tried to remain calm. "Why did you make that face just now?"
"Could it be..."
"You sprained your ankle?"
The woman guessed.
As she spoke, she reached out to help the older woman.
"No!"
The older woman was exasperated.
Could this young lady say something nice for once?
That sounded like concern, but also like a curse...
She didn't like hearing it.
"Didn't you notice?!"
The older woman cried out before the woman could speak.
She wanted to stop the young lady from saying something else she disliked.
"There's clearly no one else in Erlang's room!"
"But I just saw him talking to someone!"
"How strange..."
The older woman murmured.
The older woman's voice was loud.
The Young Scholar heard every word.
Except the last sentence.
But that didn't matter.
His expression froze.
Yet he understood.
He lowered his head.
Little Auspicious Omen cast an impatient glance at the older woman in the courtyard.
It seemed to be annoyed by her noisy voice.
The Young Scholar silently clenched his hands.
His older brother and sister-in-law's behavior earlier