"Your clothes." The young man pointed out his observation. Previously, he had been quite frantic, but he never forgot what he saw. Tia's clothes indeed kept changing, although the style changed slowly, the details were always in flux.
But now, the details of her clothes hadn't changed for a long time.
"So that's how it is."
Tia realized what she had overlooked, the change in her clothes was indeed a problem of her own.
However, the problem wasn't serious, at most some of her functions were temporarily shut off.
Specifically, playing chess with Zheng Yichen was not relaxing, so she temporarily omitted some passive minor changes.
To the young man, her clothing details were ordinary, but if seen by an average person, even without talent, they might perceive something.
That was akin to the truth of the world, traces of transformation information.
