When Wufu and Changping arrived at Guan Chuying's courtyard, she was diligently embroidering with an embroidery frame. Upon seeing them, she didn't stand up; she merely lifted her eyelids and managed a faint smile.
"You're here. I'm feeling lazy, so I won't get up. Take a seat," Guan Chuying said with a distant smile.
Wufu noticed that smile and felt extremely troubled. A forced smile is worse than no smile at all!
"Chuying, it's only been a few days. How have you lost so much weight?" Changping exclaimed in shock. Was the blow of a broken engagement truly this severe?
Guan Chuying touched her face and said, "Losing a bit is good. I was feeling a bit too plump lately. Now it's just right."
Changping felt a bit uncomfortable, sat down, and didn't know what to say, so he added, "Well, we all know about your situation, Chuying. Try to look on the bright side."
Guan Chuying's face stiffened, and she lowered her head, revealing a slight bitter smile.
