This time, Si Boyi changed his clothes a bit faster, but coming out of the fitting room, he still felt uncomfortable. His whole body felt as if it were covered in bugs and didn't know where to place his hands and feet.
Especially when everyone's gaze turned to him, his face turned uncontrollably red. He was used to the dull routine of farming in the village, and wasn't accustomed to everyone focusing on him.
"Wow! Big Brother, you're like a walking coat hanger. Every piece of clothing looks great on you." Si Xiaohui walked around Si Boyi, her eyes sparkling. She was utterly dazzled by her older brother. Who knew that Big Brother, usually so plain and rustic, looked good in anything he wore.
By contrast, she struggled with style – even dressed in regal clothes she couldn't appear as princely. She always failed to exude the kind of grace that Tong Yao did. Sometimes, this discrepancy made her angry. Why was the gap between people so big?
