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"Why is Third Sister still angry? Did I say something wrong?"
Sitting by the window, Zuo Xiangning watched as Xiangyu left the courtyard angrily, her slender waist twisting with every step.
"She'd better not twist her waist off."
Zuo Xiangning touched her own waist and felt the flesh there. She was indeed a bit too plump.
That evening, she cut her dinner portion by half.
It wasn't that she wanted to make herself prettier, but she just didn't want her "plumpness" to become a point of ridicule for Xiangyu.
Moreover, now she was so plump that her chest was too large, and it was uncomfortable how it bounced as she walked.
The next morning, before Zuo Xiangning had a chance to freshen up, Zuo Zimo ran to the Xianglan Residence.
"What's the urgent matter you have with me?" Zuo Zimo took out a small package from his bosom and handed it to her.
"What's this?" Zuo Xiangning had just simply pinned up her hair with a hairpin and left the inner chamber.