Lady Yuwen gave a light laugh, dismissing it with motherly grace. "You two and your wolfish noses. Let your sister eat in peace."
"Yes, Mother," Yuwen Lin said softly, but his gaze didn't leave Yueshuang.
Under the table, her fingers curled tightly around the fabric of her robe. The food before her blurred, untouched. Every breath she took felt like walking on thin ice; one wrong move, and everything she was hiding would crack open.
Her world couldn't crumble so soon right? She needed this family.
"Shuang'er," her father said suddenly, breaking her spiraling thoughts. His voice carried the quiet weight of authority, one that allowed no resistance. "The emissaries from the Crimson Howl Clan will arrive in two or three days. You'll meet them with your mother, understand? Make sure the engagement is annulled."
Yueshuang's fingers froze around her teacup. The porcelain trembled faintly against the saucer as her heart skipped a beat.
