Su Qiao's days in the rear mountains of the sanatorium were fulfilling and happy.
After being busy for over a month, it was already June, and the weather had grown somewhat hot. Fortunately, the mountains were still fairly cool.
After making all the preparations, Su Qiao began filming her first short video.
"Do I look all right like this?"
Su Qiao gently waved her wide sleeves and spun around. The flowing skirt traced a graceful arc through the air, while her hair ornaments swayed with her movements.
Since she had prepared quite a few hanfu styles, and the surrounding scenery happened to match them perfectly, Su Qiao chose an elegant, Immortal Qi-filled hanfu outfit for her first video.
"Yes. The clothes, jewelry, and hairstyle all suit you very well. If my mind weren't still clear, I'd think I'd traveled through time."
Qi Muhan really wanted to say that she was beautiful—astonishingly beautiful—but he felt a little embarrassed.
"You even know about time travel?"
Su Qiao shook out her skirt and sat down on the small round cushion on the pavilion's sofa.
Qi Muhan curled his lips, his eyes filled with teasing amusement. "If some little girl hadn't spent every day making clothes while muttering about it in my ear from time to time, I wouldn't know either."
Su Qiao was tuning the Guzheng. Hearing that, she looked up and glared at him. "You're making fun of me. I won't play for you later."
"Don't. You've been talking about it for two days already, and I'm still waiting to hear it!" Qi Muhan set down the tripod and walked over. Crouching beside her, he picked up the camera and took a close-up of her.
"Big Brother Qi, making you the photographer seems a little too unfair to you. Those hands of