When it came to high-quality interior design shops, one had to go to Rain Dew Sky Island in the heart of South City. The high-priced homes around here were bought up as fast as they appeared, and with three folded-space residential districts plus a convenient transit network connecting some ninety-two sky-island clusters, every shopping sector in this area was exceptionally well developed.
At the entrance to the street of furniture and interior design shops stood guards and sales assistants dressed like Victorian-era schoolgirls.
Though witches raised under a Marxist-Engelsist society did not care much for such cumbersome clothing, there was no harm in wearing it once in a while.
Jiang Han, wearing a wide-brimmed navy gauze hat adorned with six different flowers, strolled into the street alongside Cen Jing, who was dressed nothing like a witch and openly, forthrightly declared herself to be a sorceress.
Most of the witches here dressed like Jiang Han: dark-colored clothes, mostly long skirts. If they wore short skirts, they paired them with blouses and capes, their wands slung crookedly across their bodies.
A faint aroma of coffee hung in the air, and even the warm street-corner heated-stone stalls had been decorated like exquisite little roadside booths.
It felt a little like an RP—or rather, a street playing at "role-playing," complete with its own little unwritten rules for witches. Hearing the tovarishes on the street somewhat awkwardly change their usual "comrade" to "miss" made Jiang Han want to laugh.
"My dear Miss Cen Jing," she said in an expertly translated-sounding tone, "why don't you change into clothing like a witch's?"
Cen Jing wore a faux-Lolita dress in a sorceress style. Without a hoop skirt, it had sleeves designed for ease of movement and a practical medium-short length. When it came to clothing choices, witches often