As soon as Qinghe and her companions arrived home, the old master burst into hearty laughter, full of vigor, without a trace of the decrepitude often seen in the elderly. His face was even ruddy with health.
"Girl, let me see, you must have suffered these two months away, your face has thinned." The old master looked at Qinghe's petite melon-seed face with tenderness.
Li Yuxuan turned his head away, refusing to watch him tell such a blatant lie. Where did he see that Qinghe had lost weight? Her small face was already the size of a palm; could it possibly grow into a big pancake?
