He turned his head and looked at his brother, who looked like he was drinking to drown his sorrows, and frowned slightly.
He quietly cast his gaze in the direction of Nanshan Wanchi, and saw that she had just withdrawn her gaze from Huangfu Yi, and was eating the food on the table as if nothing happened.
Although she hasn't been to the palace much in the past few days, she can still feel the strange atmosphere between Nanshan Wanchi and her brother.
Her eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of the painful struggle flashing through the corners of Huangfu Yi's eyes, and her brows furrowed slightly again.
"Royal brother, stop drinking. Do you still want to lie in bed unable to get up?"
She reached out and snatched the wine bottle from Huangfu Yi's hand, but Huangfu Yi dodged it.
"Sister Huang, I'm fine, don't worry about me."
As he spoke, he moved the corners of his mouth slightly and continued to pick up the wine and drink it one sip after another.
His eyes became red due to the effect of alcohol, and his face looked even more painful.
"Royal Brother"
"I'm really fine. Ye'er doesn't want anything to happen to me, and I won't let anything happen to me."
He drank wine and laughed painfully, laughing until he felt tired.
The wine was still pouring down his throat from his hand
During this period, they rarely heard anything related to Helian Feiye from his mouth. Now that he mentioned it again, everyone was stunned for a moment.
Including Nanshan Wanchi sitting next to her
The hand holding the chopsticks trembled violently at this moment, and the chopsticks fell to the ground.
Realizing her gaffe, she smiled unnaturally at them and quickly knelt down.
Squatting on the ground, she was unable to stand up
She wanted to pick up the chopsticks, but found that they were as heavy as a thousand pounds, making it difficult for her to lift them.
Her heart hurt so much that she wanted to cry, but she couldn't make a sound
She felt uncomfortable because he thought about Ye'er so painfully, but she had no reason to feel uncomfortable.
Ye'er, he has been thinking about his Ye'er
The hand holding the chopsticks kept shaking. She squatted down, her petite back trembling slightly because she was holding back her cry.
Noticing something was wrong with her, Yang Ye stood up, bent down, and called softly:
"Wanchi?"
Hearing Yang Ye's voice, Nanshan Wanchi immediately stretched out his hand, wiped his face suddenly, and stood up from the ground unnaturally
"I'm picking up chopsticks."
She explained her own actions deliberately, and then sat down again thoughtfully.