"Who was the one calling themselves a universally loved beauty just now?" Luo Qianqian patted Chang Xi's arm, "Actually, I don't even know what my brother likes, but you understand more as you spend time together, right?"
"Try this on." Chang Xi smiled, didn't reply, but reached into a pile of clothes from when she was about ten years old and pulled out a cheongsam, "I never liked dresses before, but Grandma made a lot, and I never wore them. Now that I'm older, I wish I could wear them, but I never get the chance." Holding her oversized peasant outfit, Chang Xi burst into laughter until tears came.
"If you don't wear them, it's perfect, they're all mine. If you don't slim down, see that wooden box you're holding? That's mine too." Luo Qianqian knew Chang Xi felt upset, but couldn't comfort her; comforting her would only make it worse. It was better to crack a joke instead.
