The next day.
Jiang Han put on that dark-blue semi-transparent cold-weather garment.
She chose a blue-black, off-the-shoulder midi dress.
Elegant in black and blue, the ribbons beneath the shoulders and puffed sleeves made her arms look slender, further accentuating the [supposedly big] parts. The cinched, high-waisted design left room for a large bow ribbon at the back, keeping people from taking one look and thinking, [This little sister only has breasts and legs]. Cute doll lanterns hung beneath the broad, ruffled skirt.
The classic pullover placket made her look pure and adorable.
She also picked out a black veil bonnet to wear on her head, giving the overall style a serious yet playful air.
Posing prettily before the mirror and swaying left and right, Jiang Han rubbed Golden Tree ghee onto her tail, then took up the little black parasol concealing its lightsaber hilt and struck a pose, raising two fingers in a V before her left eye.
"Ah, this girl really is sweet-looking."
She could not help laughing at the mirror. In the next instant, she pursed her lips in displeasure, then let out a snort, her eyes curving into crescents and her lips lifting into a sweet arc.
Jiang Han straightened her back, swayed her shoulders, and flung open the louvered changing-room door. Then she headed outside.
The night beyond was perfect. Multicolored fluorescent light glimmered across the sky, a beautiful band formed by Cat Lamps drifting out from the star ring encircling all the witches. Countless Cat Lamps floated overhead, and now and then a brief flash would vanish in an instant—that was a witch going up to retrieve one.
Cat Lamps roaming at night—a good omen.
Jiang Han poked the cobblestones laid across the ground with her disguised little parasol. Hearing the crisp sound, she lifted