While the other girls in kindergarten wore pretty braids, she insisted on standing out. She shaved her head and solemnly announced that she was a little monk.
When the girls at university started putting on makeup and dressing up, Shiyi was still unmoved, wandering around every day with hair like a bird’s nest.
Makeup?
No way. I’ll never wear makeup in this life.
Her roommates got hold of Shiyi’s psychological evaluation report. It plainly said she had a weak sense of emotion and poor empathy.
So everyone started pampering Shiyi in all sorts of ways.
Until one day, a roommate saw her hugging the top student from the department next door, gazing at him with a lovesick look.
Roommate: “And this is what you call a weak sense of emotion?”
