"Junior Sister, you're quite heavy."
The "frail" Senior Sister Qingqiu, three days later, fluttered her eyes open like a delicate Lin Daiyu bathed in sunlight streaming through the window. Senior Sister Fang, who had been caring for her for three days, casually made this remark.
Qin Yu almost spat the medicine directly at her face.
Heavy?
What kind of nonsensical talk is that… Senior Sister Fang, you're flying a bit high.
Or have I lost my ability to wield a blade?
"Senior Sister Fang, what did you just say?" Qin Yu, sitting on the bed, propped herself up with one hand against the mattress, turning her face slightly to look at Fang Yourong. Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders, exuding a tender, pitiful allure.
Fang Yourong didn't even blink as she poured a second bowl of bitter medicine and repeated herself.
"What I mean is, you're quite heavy."
"Although you don't look fat."
"But..."
Enough.
