Seeing Yan Xiaye deep in thought, Yan Er sized her up from head to toe.
Suddenly noticing she had gotten much thinner in just a few weeks, to the point it pained him to look, he could not help but frown and say, "You women always think men like thinner ones. Little do you know we prefer well-proportioned figures. Holding you now would probably be uncomfortable!"
"It's not your hands that would be uncomfortable anyway," Yan Xiaye retorted with a whitened glance, "I'm leaving."
"Wait, did you come with Beicheng? Where is he now?"
Yan Xiaye paused, a touch of desolation in her expression, and softly answered, "He... hasn't woken up yet."
"... Huh?" Yan Er looked confused and then carefully probed, "You didn't say he was just asleep, did you?"
"He's been in a coma for a week. Didn't you know?"
"Hmm..." Yan Er feigned surprise while thinking to himself that the kid was up to something again, considering he had spoken to him just three days ago.
