Li Yuzhu said, "My elder sister and my mother dislike him for being so fat that he wastes fabric, but I think he's too fat and doesn't like to exercise. Over time, his health will deteriorate; he'll have aches and pains everywhere. I'm doing this for his own good. After forty, being too fat or too thin is bad for your health."
Mu Yuanxiu thought of the middle-aged fat man he remembered.
He already knew someone wanted to assassinate him. Because he was too fat and clumsy, he still couldn't escape the hands of the enemy.
He was pierced through by a javelin thrown by the Imperial Guard.
That scream echoed through the silent night.
Mu Yuanxiu couldn't help but shiver.
"Let him lose some weight; it will be good for him." Mu Yuanxiu said.
Li Yuzhu scooted over to him, "Hey, Mu Yuanxiu, what's up with you? Are you okay?"
He was just laughing, so why did his tone change in the blink of an eye? Why is his voice trembling?
