Wen Xinya lifted her head up and suddenly stood up.
By the dimly lit aisle toilet, Si Yiyan leaned against the red brick wall and stared at her quietly.
He wore a purple shirt she designed with her own hands. A dark purple color, worn on his body gave off a seductive beauty, spreading from his shoulders down the golden embroidery pattern and gathered around his waist. This beautiful style made him elegant and noble.
Purple was a hue that dissolved between cold and warm. The fusion and collision of cold and warm ambiguity made this color full of mystery and nobility. At the same time, this color was full of complex and contradictory elegant commonality, representing the high and noble. It gave people an incomparable pride and nobility, and a hint of deep psychological oppression.
Purple could also be very sacred, representing eternity.
Purple could also be heavy, symbolizing irresistible dark power.
