Nancy was nearly overwhelmed with embarrassment. Her eyes red, she ran out. The crowd, full of sharp observers, murmured critiques.

"She looks similar, but her skills are miles apart."

"While looks can be imitated, the walk cannot."

Nancy’s face grew increasingly pale, her whole body trembling with anger. Seeing this, my mother looked at me with a complex expression. “Alice, can you please not make things difficult for Nancy?”

I was taken aback. What did I do to her? It was absurd.

Unable to resist, I stepped forward to confront Nancy. “If you won’t put in the effort yourself, don’t think you can just use my face to deceive everyone...