Dan Wulan leaned back on her hands against the deck of the boat, tilting her head to gaze at the stars and moon above.
The warm April night breeze was soft against her face. It gently brushed the peach blossom embroidered on her purple robe, her pupils reflecting the dazzling galaxy.
Dan Wuque stepped behind her. She carefully placed a long purple dress near Dan Wulan's knees and silently sat beside her. Then, mimicking Dan Wulan's posture, Dan Wuque stretched out her long, straight legs, cradling a white shirt in her hands.
Upon it was an embroidered blooming peach blossom.
The rebellious tuft of hair atop Dan Wuque's head spun quickly as she bit her upper lip, hesitantly speaking,
"Younger Sister, you've been working on this garment for a very, very long time."
"Why do you want me to give it to Senior Brother? You made this. It's not as if I, your elder sister, haven't made things too..."
Dan Wulan blinked at her, then turned her head back and said,
