"From today on, you are the poor, pitiful Luo Xiaoou.
"You're a student at this school, and you're constantly bullied by your classmates. Even though you get good grades, no one wants to be your friend, and you don't like trying to fit in with them anyway.
"You don't have parents. Your grandmother loved you, but she never truly understood what was in your heart. After she passed away, you grew even more lonely, and your life became much harder.
"You wear old, pilled clothes, eat the cheapest food, and while you proudly accept your academic scholarships, you're also embarrassed to receive financial aid.
"At this stage of your life, you're insecure and have low self-esteem, yet you're also self-reliant, proud, and have a strong sense of self-worth.
"Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Mm."
Ni Bingyan wore her hair in braids, a baggy school uniform with frayed cuffs, and a pair of yellowed white sneakers. Clutching two math workbooks, she nodded gently.
