Tracy smiled and joked, "Isn't being thin a good thing? Clothes look better that way."
"With your figure, gaining ten pounds would look better." The man was also smiling, but his brows were furrowed.
He carefully examined the woman's small face. Her complexion didn't look good; her pale face seemed unhealthy even with blush.
He suddenly grabbed her arm, leaned forward, and his expression darkened, "Tracy, are you sick? Your complexion doesn't look good!"
"..." Tracy was silent. She didn't speak, her smile faded, and after a low sigh, she said, "I actually asked you out today because there's something I need your help with..."
Her expression became serious as she withdrew her hand from his and clasped her hands tightly together, then she told him everything that had happened recently.
