Yuewan had waited for a long while, and even as mealtime approached, Su Rong did not come out. The room door remained closed. Had her ladyship fallen into another poor mood? Each time she would retreat behind her closed doors when her mood was low.
She squatted near the door crack and called in a low voice, "Young lady, it's time for meal!"
"Hmm," Su Rong responded, putting away her dagger and stepping out of the room.
Yuewan looked at Su Rong with a concerned expression, "Young lady, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Su Rong waved her hand, her expression unusually calm.
Although Yuewan was not very bright, she was not stupid either. Having been with Su Rong since childhood, she could keenly sense that Su Rong wasn't in a good mood. However, seeing Su Rong insisting that she was fine, she did not interrogate further. She knew well when to continue the conversation and when to hold her tongue.