This summer felt unusually long.
Brother Nan stood in the bathroom, her reflection staring back at her from the mirror—
Because the photos had been taken in advance, there was no need for a formal getup today, so she was wearing her usual clothes, her face still bearing the unhappiness and laziness of being woken up early in the morning. Even the cowlick on her head hung listlessly. But this was just the sort of person she was, suited for casual attire; the more casual, the better she looked—too formal and it would just feel awkward.
As Brother Nan looked at herself in the mirror, her expression turned more and more vacant, the open-mouthed look making her appear not very bright.
I'm gonna get married one day?
How the hell am I gonna get married?
I'm not gonna get married! I'm the Child of Destiny, born to live a carefree life. I'm supposed to be free and easy for my whole life, doing whatever I want...
KNOCK! KNOCK!
An abrupt knocking sound came.
