Hua Chuyao entered without noticing the unusual atmosphere, but instead saw Qin Yiyi being fed in someone's arms and thought she seemed even happier. Watching Meng Shichen gently feed her and wipe her mouth, without her having to lift a finger, Hua Chuyao felt jealous, and the little bit of worry she had was washed away.
As usual, she shyly looked up to greet everyone, and then said to Qin Yiyi, "Little sister, are you feeling better? Is it your arm that hurts? It looks like you can't even eat by yourself."
Normally, Qin Yiyi wouldn't pay any attention to her, but these past two years of pampered living had exacerbated her childishness. This time, completely letting go, she mischievously pursed her lips and turned her head away so Meng Shichen couldn't continue feeding her.
Hua Chuyao thought her little petty attitude was invisible to others, how naive of a child. She wondered how she could have been bested by Qin Yiyi in her previous life, feeling frustrated.