My height of 170 is ten centimeters taller than Bing Jie, but what's the use? I'm still short and my clear face shape is simply a reprint of Bing Jie. Only my lips and eyes inherited from my mother. Imagine how ridiculous this is, with roughness and exquisiteness coexisting. When I put it together, I won't cover up my ugliness, but it's like wearing a customized suit on a big red cotton trousers. It's inappropriate and ridiculous. My whole childhood was spent in the inferiority of a short and ugly second generation.