It was as if a magical pen had drawn a door leading to brightness; Lin Ziran blinked thoughtfully, "Ou Lan, I understand what you mean. My marriage is hindered, even my parents are facing pressure, all because I'm not exceptional enough."
After speaking, Lin Ziran lowered her head dejectedly, feeling sorrowful, "I don't deny it; compared to Qin Qingnan, I really don't match up. Other than having a face he finds pleasing, I have no other strengths."
Lin Ziran turned to look at Ou Lan, and suddenly felt she wasn't worthy of being her sister anymore.
The two grew up together, starting from the same point, but in just over three years, Ou Lan had become a much-admired queen, a shining star in Zhelan and even internationally.
Yet she was still the same simple girl as before, or rather, not even as good as before. It wasn't wrong when Ou Lan said she had regressed upon meeting her.
