Stepping into the boutique store, looking at the dazzling array of accessories, gifts, and more, Bi Xia was momentarily dazed.
The starlight eyes under her sunglasses sparkled, and she walked forward cautiously, passing through one narrow, short aisle after another, glancing at the various items hanging on both sides. Her red lips slightly parted, yet she didn't know what to say.
After all, Bi Xia was still a girl. No matter how strong her mind was, deep inside her heart, there still lived a little girl, soft, and small, not easily noticed by others.
When she was young, whenever she passed by such boutiques, Bi Xia couldn't help but stop to take a look. But seeing the girls with pretty handbags walking out of the store with smiles, Bi Xia would back away.
Looking down at herself, the little longing within her was ruthlessly shattered. Her identity was that of a boy.
