Shyarly wore a blue hoodie with a little camisole underneath.
She was indeed beautiful, as beautiful as ever.
But wasn't that no different from usual?
"What's with you?"
Instead, Shyarly frowned slightly as she looked at Bright's suit and his meticulously styled hair.
"That's what I wanted to ask, Shyarly."
Bright's lips twitched. "I spent quite a lot of time getting ready."
You've really disappointed me, Shyarly!
"You've always paid attention to strange things at moments like this."
Shyarly sighed. She floated lightly over to Bright, stopping in front of him as her azure eyes stared earnestly into his.
Even Bright, who could joke and laugh in the face of an Emperor of the Sea, actually felt a hint of pressure from Shyarly's gaze at that moment.
"Listen, Bright."
Shyarly said, "I don't care what you're like outside, but at least in front of me, just do what you want to do. You don't need to force yourself or go against your own heart."
"Shyarly!"
Bright now deeply understood what it meant in novels when a protagonist's body shook. It really did feel like his body was trembling, from the inside out.
"Well," he said with a smile and a shake of his head, "I thought you'd like it. But it really does feel uncomfortable."
He had always dressed very casually.
"Wait a moment. I'll go change." Bright said.
Since Shyarly did not like it, he should return to how he used to look.
"I'm not done yet."
Shyarly broke into a smile. "But I'm very happy, Bright."
"Huh?"
"Because... you look very handsome." Shyarly's face reddened a little.
Bright felt his heart tremble.
Shyarly, you're being so unfair right now!
She smiled and said, "Not long ago, you were only this tall."
She gestured at her waist. "How did