When the Eldest Lady Arrives, Everyone Gets Out of the Way

I thought I was twenty years old, with long hair, big waves, and high heels, gentle and firm, confident and calm. It makes people difficult to approach and gives them a sense of distance. But in reality, I am still the same person who wants to buy two sausages when I see them, and I jump up and down with joy. My twenty-year-old is cuter than I imagined.