Xue Guangli felt the pressure of Fashion Week. She wasn't the only designer invited to compete; there were twelve in total.
She had been drawing and drawing, and throwing them into the trash, and re-drawing again.
She felt utterly hopeless as the ideas did not flow properly through her head.
Xue Guangli swivelled around the chair in her office, filled with loose materials on the tables and counters. She heard someone come in through the backdoor.
She saw Long Huojin enter through wearing a black mask, covering half of his face. He wore a hat, and the only thing you could see of him was his summer-blue eyes and dark strands pressed against his face.
"Are you stressing again?" he asked her.
Xue Guangli sighed deeply, nodding.
He came from behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders, rubbing it. He leaned over, pushing his mask down to kiss her on the cheek.
