Inherently a proud and self-reliant young woman, the premature loss of her parents instilled in her a fierce sense of self-expectation.
Following the malicious slanders, she found herself ins snared in an unending abyss of self-justification, a struggle from which escape proved exceedingly arduous.
However, upon her rebirth, Suzie Han experienced a transformation in her mindset.
No longer preoccupied with appearances, she embraced life with renewed vigor, as if the world itself had been reborn.
Humanity is both the most beautiful and the most terrifying of entities.
As she strolled through the night market, enveloped by the vibrant atmosphere of the crowd, she felt a profound connection to those around her while simultaneously maintaining her individuality.
As she walked, an enticing aroma wafted through the air, captivating her senses and rendering her immobile.
Her eyes sparkled with delight as she followed the scent.
The source of this dectible fragrance emanated from a stall selling fried delights.
A crystal clear glass counter displayed an array of fried delicacies.
Chicken strips, chicken nuggets, chicken legs, chicken wings, spare ribs, mushrooms, stuffed eggplants, lotus root slices, meatballs.
The act of frying released a rich aromatic essence.
Marinated meats and vegetables coated in batter, sizzled in the hot oil, producing a symphony of sizzling sounds.
Once perfectly cooked, they were retrieved and generously sprinkled with a blend of cumin, sichuan peppercorns, sesame seeds, crushed chili, and peanuts.
An intoxicating delight.
Realizing that such scrumptious fried treats would be a rare indulgence in the future, Suzie Hanurly joined the queue.
Boss, I'll have an order of fried chicken strips and fried spare ribs, she called out.
Certainly, beautiful sister.
That will be 27 yuan.
Would you prefer to pay via scan or card? came the cheerful reply from a youthful voice, distinct with a metallic resonance that radiated vivacity.
With a flick of her wrist, Suzie Han swiftly completed the transaction.
Suddenly, she paused.
That voice seemed familiar, an old friend.
She raised her gaze to scrutinize the vendor's features.
In the night, warm yellow bulbs mingled with street lights, illuminating the entire stall.
The vendor was a girl who appeared to be quite young, shorter than Suzie Han by half a head, but noticeably plump.
Standing at approximately 1 m 60 and weighing around 150 lb, she possessed a rounded, robust physique, exuding an infectious vitality.
Her cherubic face, adorned with soft flesh, radiated cuteness, while her eyes sparkled like lively black grapes, brimming with energy.
The girl deafly weighed the chicken strips and spare ribs before tossing them into the frying oil.
Her movements fluid and exhilarating.
With a friendly demeanor, she utilized her uniquely resonant voice to extol the freshness of her ingredients, assuring patrons that the oil was freshly replaced that day while engaging in light-hearted banter with customers.
It seems that Suzhan's gaze was so intense that the stall owner felt it.
The young girl looked at Suzie Han and with a charming smile, playfully remarked, "Pretty sister, your staring is making me quite shy.
Is it because Koko is too beautiful? If you were to take a liking to her, she might just follow you home, and soon your household would be graced with a plump little one.
" She feigned shyness while joking, unabashedly, poking fun at her own chubby figure, which elicited laughter from the customers waiting in line as if she were a natural-born comedian.
Yet in Suzi Han's eyes, the girl's laughter was bright and spirited, making her seem exceedingly lovely.
Suzi Han joined in the laughter and said, "Stall owner, you are truly beautiful, and your eyes are particularly enchanting.
She spoke earnestly, looking directly into the girl's eyes and complimenting her.
" To Suzie Han, the girl was undeniably attractive, not solely for her appearance, but also for her character.
Her optimism, openness, and cheerfulness were all admirable qualities.
The customers behind them began to cheer, filling the air with laughter.
Some familiar regulars, recognizing the stall owner, teased, "Oh, Shiao, a beauty, is praising you.
You should hurry and tidy up to accompany her.
" "Haha!" The girl's ears gradually turned crimson.
"Oh dear, oh dear.
" She waved her hand in playful response, her smile narrowing her eyes and radiating palpable joy.
Linisko, having been chubby since childhood, had often encountered malice in her life.
Fatty, pig, chubby ball, greasy, and filthy fatso were the harsh judgments she had grown accustomed to hearing.
In the past, she struggled to accept it, caught in a cycle of defense, insisting that she was clean and merely had a little extra flesh.
She was not a pig.
These arguments did little to change the cruelty.
She became insecure, veering into extreme dieting, followed by binge eating, leading her to gain even more weight.
Eventually, she reconciled with herself, receiving increasing praise and no longer fretting over others opinions, selling her beloved food with a vibrant smile for everyone.
She began to receive compliments, cute, cheerful, skilled, and diligent.
Yet, very few ever called her beautiful.
As Linda looked at the customers before her, she sensed their sincerity in both their gaze and tone.
It was as if they genuinely believed she was beautiful.
But this customer, this customer was the epitome of beauty, a stunning figure, tall and curvaceious with porcelain skin and a delicate oval face adorned with captivating watery peach blossom eyes.
Her appearance aligned with the majority's aesthetic ideals.
Though dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt, her hairstyled in a bun and black rimmed glasses perched on her nose, it did not diminish her allure.
She was a vibrant beauty.
Lin Coup, having merely glanced at her before, had thought this customer exceedingly beautiful, which is why she referred to her as pretty sister, for the term beauty, felt insufficient to encapsulate her charm.
Upon closer inspection, one cannot help but find this customer enchanting.
The fried delicacies sizzle in the oil, fervent like the sudden flutter of her heart.
The stall offers preffried semi-finish products which after a brief second frying transform into a firm and crispy delight.
In no time, the fried chicken strips and ribs showcase their perfectly golden hue.
Linu retrieves the fried items, placing them into a bag before presenting it to the beautiful stranger.
The lady accepts the paper bag adorned with miscellaneous prints.
Smiling as she bids farewell with a wave.
Just before departing, she inquires, "Stall owner, do you play Shin Kingdom? Let es game together sometime.
" With that, she turns and gradually vanishes into the bustling crowd reminiscent of a delightful dream.
Shun Kingdom.
Linum moles over the name.
Nearby patrons discuss that it is the latest sensation in gaming, having gained notoriety through automatic downloads.
Yet they lament the game demands excessive time investment and its graphics leave much to be desired.
Suzi Han holding the fried chicken strips and ribs takes a bite.
The chicken strips are crispy on the outside, tender within, and utterly dectable, seasoned perfectly with a hint of saltiness, further enhanced by a sprinkle of pepper and chili.
The food crafted by that girl radiates warmth, much like her character.
As Suzah Han departs the night market and returns home, she switches on the lights, which dispel the darkness with a warm glow.
On her desk, her computer continues to run the game where her character sits cross-legged in meditation.
The background music plays softly, interspersed with occasional cheerful sounds.
Susie Han places the fried chicken beside her desk.
On this summer night, the coolness has diminished slightly.
After her outing, she is slightly persspiring.
She heads to the bathroom for a refreshing shower, changing into a new night gown afterward.
Lying in bed, Sue Xihan drifts into contemplation, lost in memories.
In her previous life, during her most challenging times, she encountered a friend online.
On the forum, her username was it's Kiki, an optimistic and cheerful girl.
Her voice possessed a unique metallic quality brimming with youthful energy, and she provided encouragement during Sue Xi Han's despondent days.
offering her invaluable support amidst a tumultuous period filled with regret and self-pity.
Their connection, though brief, blossomed into a profound friendship.
She once confided that her greatest desire had been to hear someone compliment her beauty.
Yet now it seemed trivial.
What truly mattered was her own strength and the pursuit of a fulfilling life.
To her astonishment, she encounters a person who bears a striking resemblance to her friend.
Perhaps it is indeed her.
Suzie Han hears familiar voices from patrons calling her little Kiki.
Even their names share common characters.
A simple gesture on her part might aid her friend in entering the game sooner than in her past life, sparing her from some hardships.
Perhaps she could assist a kindred stranger, a young girl skilled in the art of frying chicken.