I, Xie Linqing, have a pair of unreliable parents who raised me as a daughter from childhood to adulthood. I really can't understand their morbid psychology. Does it have anything to do with the fact that I have two brothers and that I must be a daughter? Apparently not.
I live in my classmates' cries about being sissy after another, and I also live in my parents' princess dresses one after another. Whether my childhood was black or pink, I don't know and I don't want to find out.
I'm not a little princess, I don't need a prince. But when he shows up, I'd rather I was a little princess.