She felt listless; her recovery was slow, and she often sat in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of her bedroom, lost in thought.
Outside the window, the white roses filling the yard had already wilted, and her life seemed to be wilting along with them.
Until the day she received a phone call. The voice on the other end was very polite: "Is this Miss Su Xingyu? Hello, this is Yetanhua Clothing. We received a photo that you took at the show — a shot of a kitten and our ready-to-wear outfit. It's very beautiful, and we'd like to use it for our next season's promotion. Would that be okay?"
Su Xingyu was stunned: "A photo of a little black cat?"
"Yes," the other party said, "Usually, people take runway photos of models, but your little black cat is so unique and stylish. The mysterious elegance perfectly embodies our brand's core, especially the sheer shawl gently draping within the blue mist of our brand, which is simply breathtaking! Miss Su, please sell us this photo!"
