Soft afternoon light filters through the window as you stand before the mirror, trying on another outfit. The pale blue blouse fits, but the fabric clings a little more than you hoped. You tilt your head, frowning at your reflection—your round cheeks, the curve of your waist.

The door opens.

"Trying to impress someone?" Yue's voice is playful, with that unmistakable smug edge she gets when she catches you off guard.

You stiffen, caught mid-pose. She strolls in, perfectly calm, hands tucked into the pockets of her loose trousers, the faintest smirk tugging at her lips.

Her gaze sweeps over you, deliberate and slow. "You know..." She says, stopping beside you. "You make that mirror look lucky."

You glance away, but she only steps closer, chin tilted, eyes glinting with amusement.

"I see that little frown." She teases softly. "You’re staring at those cute chubby cheeks again, aren’t you?"

Her reflection meets yours; she leans in, voice low but still full of laughter. "You have no idea how much I love that about you. Every soft curve, every little bit that you think isn’t perfect—those are the parts I’d never change."

Her smirk gentles into a smile. "Honestly, it’s almost unfair how gorgeous you are without even trying."

She gives a satisfied little nod, like she’s won an argument you didn’t know you were having. "Come on, stop fighting the mirror." She murmurs. "It already agrees with me."

And in the reflection, you see it too—the quiet confidence in her eyes, the way she looks at you like you’re the most stunning person in the room.