In Lin Yu's growth, there is a deviation that no one knows about. He had been teased by his neighbors for "looking like a pretty girl" since he was a child, but he didn't pay much attention to it until one day he mistakenly clicked on a website that jumped out - the boy on the screen was wearing a soft skirt, with his eyebrows stretched out, and it was like an electric current that hit his chaotic cognition.
After that, late at night became his secret time. He gently opened his mother's wardrobe and felt nervous and inexplicably relieved when his fingertips touched the silk nightgown. When trying it on, he always checked the door lock repeatedly, for fear that the slightest sound would reveal the secret.
But the borrowed clothes didn't fit him after all, and they didn't satisfy his deepest desires. He began to look at the women's clothing page of the shopping website in a daze. After struggling for a long time, he used the pocket money he had saved for half a year to place his first order. On the day the courier arrived, he hid in his room and unpacked the package. The light pink skirt fell on his palms, as if he was holding the thoughts that finally belonged to him and that he dared not express.
