"At home, studying."
Yiyi answered formally.
"I didn't expect you to be so calm?" Ling Kong laughed, but the emotion was no longer as calm as the first sentence; the tone carried an obvious fluctuation, as if suppressing a turbulent undercurrent, with a faint mockery, "Shouldn't you say you were resting in bed? Since you're sick, you shouldn't force yourself to study."
The tone of the latter part grew gently strange, like the concerned voice of someone so caring it was unsettling.
Yiyi's heart trembled fiercely, as the sense of danger approached, an instinctive shiver.
She realized he was forcibly restraining his anger, not exploding, but this non-explosion only bred infinite fear, because the more suppressed it was, the stronger it would be when erupting, consuming completely.
It seemed he was already aware of her appearing at the banquet today, but uncertain if he discovered her at that moment or found out later.
Anyhow, there was no avoiding today's matter.
