Zheng Sinian meant that Lu Mi had to change into clothes that pleased him before he could get the antidote.
Lu Mi had already looked through the wardrobe in this room. It was full of brand-new, plain, immaculate dresses and blouses.
If he had followed his initial plan of playing Yu Qingchen as someone skilled in poetry and painting, those clothes would undoubtedly have been the right choice.
"Well? Have you decided which one to wear?"
Zheng Sinian opened the wardrobe and brushed his fingers over the hanging clothes, an almost imperceptible trace of contempt in his eyes-
No matter which outfit Lu Mi chose from the wardrobe, he would not get the antidote.
Of all the players Zheng Sinian had encountered so far, even the cleverest had been unable to escape their fixed assumptions.
Lu Mi fluttered his lashes and softened his voice:
"Sinian, I want to wear that one."
Zheng Sinian followed his gaze and turned, then froze.
Lu Mi was pointing at the framed photograph on the piano.
The two ice creams were the main subject of the picture, but it also showed a small part of Yu Qingchen's arm, along with a glimpse of what she was wearing.
"That one. The white outfit with metal buttons on the cuffs and an embroidered rose."
Lu Mi forced a smile. "What do you think?"
With his muscles stiff, that smile was as eerie as a ghost in the instance, and Zheng Sinian found himself inexplicably frightened.
Reluctant as he was, he had to admit that Lu Mi had chosen correctly and fetch the antidote as promised.
Lu Mi drank the colorless liquid from the little bottle. It had a faint, fresh fragrance, and he was pleased that his guess had been right.
The "her" in the first hint