April 28th, Monday.
The morning temperature was pleasant.
Dazzling sunlight streamed in through the window, countless particles floating in the beam of light.
Jiang Ning tied the laces of his white shoes and straightened up, dressed in a white Tai Chi uniform.
The loose-fitting Tai Chi uniform gave Jiang Ning an indescribably carefree, ethereal air, as though he had been born with it.
Jiang Ning stood before the mirror, looking at the person reflected within. A trace of confusion flickered in his eyes. Since returning, he had always worn modern clothes. Seeing himself like this now, it felt as if he had returned to the past in a dream.
Then, the fresh scent of laundry detergent from the Tai Chi uniform restored the light in his eyes.
The day before yesterday, Xue Yuantong had said that the clothes the school had just issued were a little dirty and smelled unpleasant. She had brought them home, carefully washed both sets, dried them until they were clean, and only then returned them to him.
Jiang Ning pushed open the door, and a flood of light rushed into the room, tinting the surface of his Tai Chi uniform.
He walked all the way outside the front gate and looked up. The sky was clear, white clouds drifted overhead, and several birds circled through the air.
Next door, Xue Yuantong pushed open her door and said, "The weather's so nice today. Perfect for sleeping in at home."
Then she looked at Jiang Ning. Seeing him in his Tai Chi uniform, with that unworldly and carefree bearing, he truly seemed like an ancient man.
Xue Yuantong stared blankly for a moment before saying, "Jiang Ning, the clothes look really good on you!"
"Oh." It was rare to hear her compliment someone.
"You can wear yours