Seeing that she looked like she had seen a ghost, Yu Youyao was speechless. "Keep your eyes to yourself. Otherwise, I won't be responsible for picking them up if they fall to the ground."
Song Wanhui finally came back to her senses. "When did you lose so much weight? I almost mistook you for your third sister. I was stunned."
Yu Youyao pursed her lips. "I was sick previously. I also learned the rules from my Nanny. How can I not lose weight?"
Song Wanhui looked at Yu Youyao. "You're really beautiful. Grandmother often said that no woman is as beautiful as your mother. Look at you, you've taken after your mother. I'm really envious."
When she was rounder in the past, she also looked like jade. Now that she had lost weight, she looked very delicate and beautiful.
Yu Youyao squinted at her. "Do you still envy me?"
