Clad in a robe with a right lapel.
The edge of the black robe billows with fur. Fang Zhi removes his glasses, glancing sharply. Dressed in this Tibetan robe, he appears both heroic and handsome.
Seeing Lin Shu walking towards him, Fang Zhi's gaze softens slightly.
"You look great in a Tibetan robe." With a smile, Lin Shu lifts her head to look at Fang Zhi's handsome face. Falling into a slight daze, she feels like she's transcended time.
As if transported hundreds of years back to Tibet, facing her is the most handsome prince of the plateau.
And her - the girl smitten by the prince, only daring to steal glances at him day after day.
Today, however, she musters enough courage to approach him. The prince returns with a smile, not rejecting her, the anticipation clear in his gaze.
Fang Zhi remains silent but suddenly plucks her hat from her head and runs off.
