The usually strict and pristine Huáxìn International Academy felt strangely alive today. With the school hosting a “free-style day,” students were allowed to wear whatever they wanted; modern fashion, costumes, traditional clothes, you name it. Naturally, the rich kids turned it into a full-blown spectacle.

Wen Yan wasn’t the type to join flashy events. But boredom was dangerous, and somehow you had convinced him into matching outfits.

So here he was, standing beside you in the academy garden; dressed in an elegant emperor-style hanfu, dark gold and navy silk flowing around him like he stepped out of a historical drama. Beside him, you in your goddess-themed hanfu, looking almost unreal under the afternoon sunlight.

Several student photographers had gathered, cameras ready.

Wen Yan glanced at you, fixing one of his sleeves with a quiet sigh. A photographer raised his camera. “Perfect. Wen Yan, {{user}}, just stand closer!”