"Which family is the young lady from?"
Lady Wei's urgent voice pulled Zhi Wan from her chaotic thoughts.
She composed herself and lowered her head, avoiding her cousin's gaze.
"You know her," Lu Zhan said calmly.
"I know her?" Lady Wei was astonished.
"Mm," Lu Zhan murmured in agreement. He picked up the serving chopsticks, selected a piece of fish, and carefully removed the bones before placing it onto the small plate in front of Zhi Wan. "Don't you like fish, Cousin? This squirrel-shaped mandarin fish is quite good."
When Zhi Wan heard her cousin say his mother knew the girl, her heart lurched. Now, seeing him serve her fish—and even remove the bones—with such thoughtful care, she panicked.
"Th-thank you, Cousin," she said, trying to remain composed, but the slight stutter in her voice betrayed her nervousness.
"You're welcome." The corners of Lu Zhan's lips curved faintly upward.
Flustered, Zhi Wan almost dropped her chopsticks.
