"It's nothing." Fu Han gave He Xing a knowing look, but when she realized that He Xing was genuinely upset, she stuck out her tongue and laughed, "I think you're so cute today."
"Cute?" He Xing looked down at himself, instinctively thinking there was something dirty on his clothes. After inspecting himself, he looked at Fu Han with frustration, "How am I cute in any way?"
Fu Han had forgotten that old Mr. He, in order to make Fu Han happy, had shared stories about He Xing's childhood.
He Xing's parents had always hoped for a daughter, and they had dreamt several times of having a baby girl, so they prepared all pink and pale yellow clothes for the child.
When He Xing was born a boy, they couldn't just throw away the clothes they'd bought; they had no choice but to dress He Xing in them.
As He Xing grew, he became more and more attractive, and when taken out, he was often mistaken for a girl.
