Little Fatty pulled out a photo from his pocket, a snapshot of two girls together.
On the left was Jiaojiao, and on the right, Liu Meimei.
"Jingting, not sure if you spotted the problem?"
Yu Jingting glanced over, and the girl in the photo was a full head shorter than Jiaojiao, of average looks—the kind that wouldn't stand out in a crowd, thin and slightly withered, with an air of unease.
This plain appearance seemed the sort that was common in everyone's life, the kind whose name you couldn't remember after graduation, nor any deeds, as if their existence was merely to fill the quotas preordained by the heavens.
To Yu Jingting, such an ordinary face did not match her earth-shattering deed of getting pregnant in junior high.
That was his first impression; upon a second look, Yu Jingting narrowed his eyes.
"The dress she's wearing, why does it look so familiar?"
"Jiaojiao has one just like it."
"And the hair hoop on her head?"
"The same as Jiaojiao's."
"The shoes?!"