Yuan Xiaoying had fantasies from a young age.
When she grew up, would she be like the big sister next door, with fiery red lips and big wavy hair?
Or like the little sister across the street, light and tender with a loli voice?
Fantasies are beautiful, but reality is cruel.
When Yuan Xiaoying grew up, she neither became a mature enchantress nor a pure and petite sister.
She turned into a funny girl. Although not exactly unattractive, she was far from what she had imagined as a child.
Her round face always looked like it was about to break into a laugh, people said she had a nice smile, but never that she was good-looking.
But her straightforward personality from a young age meant no inward conflict; only in moments of recalling these thoughts, she would feel down for a bit. Otherwise, she lived her days unaffected.
Due to such a personality, she got along well with everyone at school, regardless of gender.
