At half past eleven, Jiang Nian was still scribbling away at his desk.
His phone was playing music on the desk, with the screen never turning off.
His phone buzzed with a notification sound, he glanced at it and then again.
He hesitated for two seconds, then opened the image [enlarge].
Is this how a horse-face skirt looks?
To be honest, the skirt wasn't that attractive. He only went back and forth over it more than twenty times, examining every corner by zooming in.
The lower part is a black skirt with gold trimming on the pleated edges. The upper part is a white Chinese-style shirt with a stand-up collar, exuding a cold and placid vibe together.
It wasn't particularly ancient and beautiful like a beauty walked out of a painting.
After all, the outfit clearly had a modern design and seemed not to be newly bought. Jiang Nian even suspected it might be custom-made because it fit too well.
Even traditional dresses need de-glamorization since not everyone suits them.
