As all ten exquisite dresses hung in Dan's workshop, Dan only felt a wave of dizziness, his eyes somewhat overwhelmed, each garment perfect and unexpected.
Each piece was a collectible, whether in its entirety or in every detail, leaving Dan in profound admiration, like a devout adherent suddenly beholding an ultimate sacred scripture.
Whose hands had crafted these clothes?
Surely they must belong to a genius, combining tradition with a sense of the absurd, so that through these clothes, one could almost see that creator's brilliant madness.
After staring for a long while, Dan murmured to Wan Chu'er, "Who made these clothes? I must meet him (or her)!"
Indeed, a fanatical believer, even more fervent than Mai Qiqi—Wan Chu'er thought to herself. Seeing Dan so enamored, it was time for her to make some demands. She tried to recall Xiao Bai's negotiation tactics, able to strip an opponent down to their underwear, pondering which could be used to her advantage.
