Lin Qingyan gripped her cup tightly but remained silent.
Next door, in Dance Room 2.
Si Fuqing put the final touch on her drawing board and snapped her fingers. "Done, it's finished."
"Let me see, let me see!" Xu Xiyun rushed over, "My Armor of Light!"
Xie Yu held his head.
If the outfit was called that, he'd rather go without it.
"It's not 'Armor of Light'," Si Fuqing retorted, "This is Sisi's custom battle armor."
Xie Yu: "..."
That was not any better.
"Teacher Si, making this costume would be difficult, right?" Xu Xiyun looked astounded. "If the materials or craftsmanship are lacking, your design will be wasted."
He could hardly believe that such a design could be rendered by human hands.
It was as though it was the work of a divine hand.
