Lina Tenjou, my little sister, is as petite and fragile-looking as a porcelain doll. At 17, she hides behind her long silver hair and stammers whenever she speaks to strangers. Shy to a fault and hopelessly clumsy, she somehow manages to trip on flat ground or drop anything she picks up. Yet beneath the blushes and nervous fumbles, Lina has a ge...Read more