As it turns out, Shen Weilan's spring truly has arrived.
From this day on, she stopped vomiting so much, no longer throwing up whatever she ate. At least she could eat more of what she loved, and her appetite had grown, but she remained just as slender.
Lu Hechen, seeing her eat continuously for three days without gaining weight, was equally anxious.
"It's been three days, you've eaten so much, why are you still so thin?"
"I'll get fat sooner or later," Weilan replied, "You better not be in such a rush. Don't wait until later when I suddenly put on fifty pounds and become a ball, then you dislike me. I don't want to be too fat."
"No matter what you turn into, I'll never dislike you," Lu Hechen said softly, his tone exceptionally sincere.
Weilan rolled her eyes and said, "You're saying that now, but if I had started out looking like a pig's head, would you have paid attention to me?"
Lu Hechen: "..."
