A Perfect Match
As they emerged from the locker room, they both turned to look at each other simultaneously.
The moment their eyes met, they both smiled at each other.
He never imagined that a shirt, which symbolized their wedding, could make her so beautiful.
"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!" The sales assistant clapped her hands excitedly. "Sir, madam, come and look at yourselves in this full-length mirror! You two standing together are like a painting!"
Lu Yan snapped out of his daze, walked to Aemeath's side, and naturally took her hand. The two stood side by side in front of the full-length mirror.
They were reflected in the mirror.
Their pure white tops made them look incredibly well-matched.
Bright lights shone on them, and the rings on their left ring fingers shimmered with each other's colors against their white shirts.
"A-Yan..." Aemeath looked at the two people in the mirror, her voice suddenly becoming soft.
"Hmm?" Lu Yan turned his head slightly, looking at her profile in the mirror.
Aemeath turned around to face him. She stretched out her slender, fair hands and gently placed them on Lu Yan's chest.
"This button on your collar isn't fastened properly." She looked down, preparing to help him button it.
Lu Yan had initially felt uncomfortable with the top button around his neck, so he deliberately unbuttoned it.
But at that moment, Aemeath's fingertips pinched the white button, and with a little force, she pushed it into the keyhole.
Lu Yan lowered his head slightly, looking at the girl who was so close to him.
Her eyes were lowered, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, her expression focused and gentle, much like a wife who had cared for him for many years.
As the last button was fastened, Lu Yan's languid demeanor instantly vanished, replaced by a dignified, serious, and ascetic air.
"You have to be all dressed up for the wedding photos." Aemeath straightened his collar like a wife would, then casually brushed aside his slightly long bangs. "But you really need a haircut; your bangs are practically poking your eyes."
Lu Yan lowered his head slightly, following her lead, and let her help him tidy up.
He could clearly smell the familiar sweet scent emanating from Aemeath, which kept seeping into his nostrils.
"Okay, I'll go get it cut this afternoon." Lu Yan looked at the small face so close to his, his eyes so deep they seemed to drown you. "Wife, are you satisfied with how your future husband looks now?"
The moment the word "wife" was uttered, Aemeath's hands, which were adjusting his collar, froze.
Aemeath raised her head, her golden eyes seemingly veiled with tears. She looked into Lu Yan's eyes with deep affection, her cheeks flushed red as if they could bleed.
"Satisfied," she stammered, then quickly turned around to look at herself in the mirror, trying to hide her inner turmoil, but the corners of her mouth turned up in a wide smile that she couldn't suppress.
"I think this outfit is perfect, there's no need to try on anything else. Sales assistant, let's buy these two."
"No problem! I'll wrap them up for you two right away!" The sales assistant was completely absorbed in the joy of shipping the two of them. She quickly ran back to the fitting room to get their original clothes. After they changed, she took the two white shirts and hurried to the cashier.
Lu Yan handed over the black bank card.
With a "beep", the payment was successful.
The sales assistant placed two neatly folded white shirts into a stylish shopping bag.
She thought for a moment, then took out two beautifully packaged small boxes from the drawer next to her and put them in as well.
"Sir, Madam, these are your clothes." The sales assistant handed the shopping bag to Lu Yan with both hands, her smile sincere and warm. "There are also two pairs of matching invisible stockings in the bag, which are not for sale in our store. Consider it a small personal gift to you both."
"It's my honor to serve you both today and witness such a beautiful moment. Wishing you both a happy marriage, a long and happy life together, and may your love always be as sweet as it is today!"
Upon hearing this blessing, Aemeath's earlier shyness was replaced by an overwhelming sense of happiness.
She generously took Lu Yan's arm and gave the sales assistant a bright smile.
Thank you! We'll definitely be happy together forever!
Lu Yan nodded slightly in acknowledgment. "Thank you for your blessings. I appreciate your kind words."
The two turned around, arm in arm, and walked out of the women's clothing store amidst the envious gazes of the sales assistant.
The air conditioning in the mall was still strong, but Aemeath felt as if she were enveloped in something warm and cozy.
"A-Yan, the first mission is a complete success!"
She glanced down at the shopping bag containing the shirts that Lu Yan was carrying, and shook Lu Yan's arm.
"Let's go! Next stop, the hair salon! I want to see my husband become a handsome man with my own eyes!"
Lu Yan squeezed her soft little hand and replied with a smile, "Okay, I'll do whatever my wife says."
As I emerged from the mall, the midday sun shone through the lush sycamore leaves lining the streets, casting dappled shadows on the cobblestone pavement.
Lu Yan carried the exquisite shopping bag with the logo and containing two matching shirts in his left hand, while his right hand was tightly held by Aemeath.
"A-Yan, A-Yan, slow down! We're not afraid of the heat." Aemeath, like a happy little sparrow, swayed their clasped hands as she lightly stepped through the shadows cast by the trees.
"The sun is too strong outside, I'm afraid you'll get a tan." Although Lu Yan said this, he gradually slowed down his pace.
He turned his head slightly, looking at Aemeath was gilded by the sunlight, and his eyes softened.
The two walked back along the tree-lined path, a gentle breeze carrying the chirping of cicadas and the aroma of street food from afar.
"Look ahead," Aemeath suddenly stopped and pointed with her left hand to a spot not far ahead, "That colorful pillar that keeps spinning! It's a barbershop."
"Didn't we agree this morning that you'd get your hair trimmed? There's no time like the present, let's do it now!"
Lu Yan followed her finger and saw a nicely decorated hair salon. Through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see that the interior was clean and tidy.
He subconsciously raised his hand and brushed his bangs, which were about to cover his eyes, back, and nodded with a smile, "Okay, I'll do as my wife says."
Upon hearing the word "wife, "Aemeath's blush, which had just faded, returned slightly.
She glared at him, then pulled him into the hair salon. "Hurry up, hurry up, don't shout in the street, aren't you ashamed if people hear you?!"
Lu Yan laughed and said, "Hehe, you'll get used to it after a few more calls."
Aemeath heard his wicked laugh and raised her foot to step on him, but then thought better of it and, fearing it would hurt him, ultimately didn't step on him.