Li Yuhua paused mid motion, the wine cup hovering just before her lips.
For a brief second, her gaze flickered... complicated, distant. Then she forced a small smile.
"I'm fine, Jinhui," she replied lightly. "I just happen to like your wine. What kind is this?"
Her tone was casual, almost playful. But it didn't fool Liu Jinhui.
As Liu Yang's mother and Li Yuhua's closest friend, she knew her far too well.
The slight stiffness in her smile, the way her fingers lingered on the cup, the faint distraction in her eyes…
Something was clearly off. Still, Liu Jinhui said nothing. She simply watched.
After all, she had a feeling she wouldn't be left wondering for long. And she was right.
Li Yuhua set her cup down. For a moment, she sat there silently, as if gathering her thoughts.
Then, without another word, she rose to her feet.
Her movement was graceful, yet carried a subtle decisiveness that immediately drew attention.
