Ling Yue inhaled deeply as he stared at himself in the mirror, unable to look away from how beautiful he looked. His dark hair had been let down and parted beautifully, cascading over his shoulders like rippling midnight silk.
The strands framed his face in a way that softened his expression while sharpening the delicate angles of his cheekbones, making him look ethereal in a way he had never seen before.
It was strange to see this version of himself and overwhelming at the same time.
It was finally the day of the exhibition, and everyone was getting ready and already in their outfits.
His own outfit was everything they had planned. Layers of pale, icy fabric floated around him. They had changed the outfit at the last minute because Han Junhui felt the belly button was too revealing and it could be against their group. Instead, he had changed into another beautiful fabric that looked like a dress.
