It was a scorching July day, bright and clear. The wedding venue was already packed, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement.
Dressed in a royal-blue flying-fish robe in the Ming dynasty style, Bian Yan adjusted his hat and admired himself in the mirror, exclaiming, "Holy shit, I look so damn cool!"
"Bro, do I look like an imperial guard?" Bian Yan straightened his back and mimed drawing a saber.
Fang Xu folded his arms and glanced at him. "More like an Eastern Depot lackey."
Bian Yan jabbed him with his elbow. "What the hell are you saying?"
He looked over the matching outfit on Fang Xu and clicked his tongue in admiration. "Who would've thought? You actually look halfway respectable in that."
The corners of Fang Xu's lips lifted, and he was about to speak.
Then Bian Yan added, "Still, compared to me, you fall just a little short."
Fang Xu rolled his eyes at him.
Xie Zhou straightened his sleeves and couldn't resist taking a couple of photos of himself. "This is my first time wearing a groomsman's outfit like this. It looks so good."
"Hey, take a couple of me too. I want them as keepsakes." Bian Yan pulled Xie Zhou over to snap a whole series of photos of him.
After Xie Zhou sent him the photos, Bian Yan grew more pleased with every one he looked at. "When Yu Nian first said he wanted a traditional Chinese wedding, I was scared it wouldn't look good. Who knew this would look even cooler than a suit!"
Leaning against the dressing table, Fang Xu took out his phone to check the time. "Yu Nian had a designer tailor these to our measurements and work our individual styles into them. Of course they fit us. I just wonder whether you'll