Lin Huahua's whole back straightened the moment her mother said she looked different, and because she had already used up far too many lies in this world in such a short time, she truly felt that if one more person stared at her face too hard, she might just sit down on the ground and start crying from pressure.
Still, she could not cry.
She could only act confused.
So Lin Huahua blinked first, then tilted her head in that naturally soft way of hers that made her look even cuter when she was pretending not to know something, and then she asked with complete innocence, "Different? What do you mean different?"
The moment those words left her lips, the people around her all looked at her in that way that said they knew she was either hiding something or genuinely had no idea what her own face looked like now.
