Shen Mianmian had grown quite a bit recently, probably reaching five feet one, although taller than before, but this height was not satisfactory to her.
Xiaocui was about five feet three; not to mention reaching that height, if Shen Mianmian could just grow to five feet, she'd be content.
"Don't worry, you're still growing," Xiaocui found an example to comfort her. "My cousin used to be about your height, but around the age of seventeen, she suddenly shot up, and now she's even taller than I am."
Indeed, this pep talk seemed quite effective for Shen Mianmian, who felt much more at ease after hearing it. Her height was indeed still increasing, and if she continued eating the way she was, she might really reach five feet.
While five feet wasn't particularly tall, compared to her height in her previous life, it was infinitely better.
At this moment, Shen Mianmian occasionally fretted over her height, completely unaware that she would later grow to a goddess-like stature.
