To Westerners, Asians' ages had always been a mystery. In fact, if Shizuku had anything to say about it, Westerners looked exactly the same to her.
Whenever she watched the news, there would often be reports of some Western criminal being arrested for preying on minors. The report would go on about what he had done to someone under eighteen, while he insisted that the victim had not looked like a minor at all. Then viewers would click in out of curiosity and discover... damn it, he was right!
Even with the victim's age written beneath the photo, looking at their tall figures, rounded builds, and mature faces, honestly, they looked more mature than East Asian women in their twenties.
If someone said they were only twelve or thirteen, an Asian's first reaction would be, "Who are you trying to fool?"
How were they twelve or thirteen? They looked twenty or thirty!
Of course, part of it might have been racial face blindness. The other part was that Westerners always liked to dress themselves up to look especially mature. The clothes they wore were generally only worn in East Asia after students had left school and entered society. Like that brown-haired girl—if she had not walked out of a middle school, Shizuku would have believed she was a college student just based on that outfit.
Now, all they had to do was wait for the fish to take the bait.
She only hoped that fish would not stay away after being startled once.
"Haa... haa..."
After running out of the hospital, the brown-haired girl raced home at nearly full speed. Only after she burst into her bedroom, shut the door, and lay on her familiar bed did her pounding heart gradually calm down.
What had happened?
As she carefully recalled