Why did I take their words seriously? An You covered her face, feeling aggrieved by the sheer idiocy of her recent behavior.
Immediately afterward, she turned her head to look at Yang Wen and Feng Hui, who were walking over, and explained with a trace of awkwardness, "Um, my older sister here has a bit of a screw loose—she's in the final stage of chuunibyou, so please don't laugh at her."
"Ahem." Yang Wen gave a dry cough and wisely acted as if he had heard nothing at all. He nodded at An Yang and Huang Lan, saying, "I didn't expect us to welcome our third meeting so soon."
"Yeah, quite a coincidence," An Yang said with a smile.
"These two young ladies look quite nice in Tibetan attire," Yang Wen said, looking at Rabbit Demon and Xiaochán, before glancing back at Huang Lan. "This young lady's outfit is a bit hard to figure out, though. Is that also Tibetan?"
"Hers counts as cosplay," An Yang smiled.
Only then did Anyou carefully look over the outfits of Rabbit Demon, Xiaochán, and Huang Lan, marveling involuntarily.
Rabbit Demon and Xiaochán were both wearing standard Tibetan aristocratic women's attire, with very vibrant colors. Their upper garments were python-patterned robes draped with mink fur shawls, paired with long lower gowns, cinched at the waist with golden silk-satin sashes, and tucked with small knives and purses. On their feet, they wore a pair of well-fitting leather boots, making them look like two celestial Tibetan maidens, one tall and one short. Come to think of it, in modern times, only brightly colored and beautifully styled aristocratic garments could induce tourists to part with their money.
Rabbit Demon's innate allure went without saying. As a girl—and a very pretty one at that—An You couldn't help but