Three years old,
"Wow, how can you wear a skirt? Dad said boys can't wear skirts, only girls can wear skirts." That ridiculous spring flower shouted after me.
"I'm Didi, not my younger brother!" I rolled my eyes to the sky and flat-mouthed, "Huh, idiot!" You can't even tell that she is a handsome and beautiful girl.
Twelve years old,
"Didi, why are you injured? Are you going to die?" That brat ran into my room early in the morning, lifted my quilt, and stood there shouting.
"Ah••••••No, it's not!" I blushed, ah, so ugly, my sheets were stained with a delicate rose.