In the banquet hall, on the stage, Shen Zhiqiu was giving a speech, thanking everyone for taking time out of their busy schedules to attend her birthday party and hoping that everyone would have fun, and the like.
However, she noticed that the way everyone looked at her was filled with amusement. This kind of laughter wasn't the friendly, well-wishing kind but rather a bare, calculating, and mocking scrutiny, as if she was standing naked in front of everyone. It felt terrible.
Her hand clutching the microphone slightly curled, and she struggled to maintain her facial expression, ending her speech in just a few words.
Shen Zhiqiu's mother saw her daughter's distressed face and approached to hold her hand, asking with concern, "Qiu'er, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"Mom," Shen Zhiqiu looked up at the crowd, still feeling that many of the gazes from the stage were following her.