Jiang Muwan's wardrobe choices weren't something he was one hundred percent certain about, but at least eighty percent sure. Observing her winter clothing, everything was a series of black, white, gray, khaki, nude, and other steady, error-free options. The only eye-catching items were a few red coats or sweaters.
He still remembered when Jiang Muwan first sorted out the walk-in closet. The moment he entered, he thought he had somehow expanded it.
Upon closer inspection, when he saw those red coats squeezed under a series of black, white, and gray, he confirmed that this was Jiang Muwan's wardrobe.
A girl's closet, so somber, he didn't know whether it was a good or bad thing.
Gu Jiangnian reached his thirties and hadn't seen many girls with a closet, but Yu Se's closet was full of various hand-customized cheongsams, and in winter, an array of wool sweaters.
In his childhood, his sister Jiang Sinan's closet was even more monotonous, uniformly pink.
