Ye Siyuan finally understood. She felt somewhat embarrassed but was unwilling to concede. "In what way am I not perfect?"
It was a perilous question, one Si Lisao refused to answer.
He himself, however, relaxed. His usually stern face, never one for frivolous speech or actions and always full of authority, now softened with a tender smile as he looked at her. "I saw you a month ago, and you've lost some weight," he said. "Were you deliberately dieting?"
He knew girls often dieted. He wanted to tell her she looked good even without losing weight, but then he considered that telling a girl her painstaking dieting efforts were unnecessary might be quite insensitive. So, he complimented her instead, "You look even more beautiful."
Ye Siyuan couldn't hide the smile tugging at her lips. She jabbed a straw into her cup of mango pomelo sago, held it with both hands, took a couple of sips, and said, "Delicious."
Si Lisao reached out and patted her head.
