“Senior Sister.” “Hmm?” “Do you think I'm suitable?” “Hmm... not really.” “Oh, got it.” His heart sank a little.
“Ling'er, little sister.” “Hmm?” “Do you think I'm suitable?” “Well... hehe, I don't think you're quite right for me!” “Oh, got it.” His heart ached a little.
“Senior Brother.” “Hmm?” “Do you think I'm suitable?” “You... you're a man!” “Oh, got it.” His heart filled with boundless sorrow.
“Bamba.” “Hmm?” “Do you think I'm suitable?” “Uh... why not just become a woman, then?” “Oh, got it.” There is no greater sorrow than a heart that has died.
He gazed up at the stars beneath the bright full moon. Two streams of tears rolled down his cheeks as he murmured, “Why is it so hard just to steam a bun?!”
