The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

In February, during the winter break, the streets of Jiangcheng were already filled with the festive atmosphere of the Lunar New Year.

Chen Zhi slumped in his computer chair, looking out at the gray sky, and exhaled a puff of white breath.

Time flies so fast.

"Cough cough."

The penguin icon in the bottom right corner of the computer screen is flashing.

Chen Zhi opened the message box, which displayed an extremely simple white profile picture.

[Pei: Log in?]

Chen Zhi raised an eyebrow.

Ever since Pei Ningxue's stepmother stopped exerting high-pressure control over her, this aloof classmate seemed to have turned on some strange switch.

Before, he would obediently go home after school, but now he invites Chen Zhi to the internet cafe after school.

However, Chen Zhi disliked the environment of the internet cafe in 2016, as it was full of smoke, and refused to go there no matter what.

The very next day, Pei Ningxue installed a top-of-the-line computer in her bedroom.

Chen Zhi typed on the keyboard.

Chen Zhi: No, I have something to do today.

The other party replied instantly.

Pei: ?

[Pei: Evening?]

Chen Zhi: OK.

Pei: I'm waiting for you.

The profile picture instantly turned gray.

Just as Chen Zhigang closed the chat window, the sound of a key turning came from the doorway.

"Click".

The door lock popped open.

Chen Zhi didn't even turn his head. In this house, the only people who could unlock the door and enter without knocking were his mother, Zhang Shufang, and that other person.

"Chen Zhi! Stop playing games!"

Before you see him, you hear his voice.

Lin Wanwan was still carrying a half-eaten bag of roasted chestnuts, which smelled deliciously caramelized.

"What time is it, bro? The sun's already high in the sky."

Lin Wanwan shoved her icy little hand directly into Chen Zhi's neck.

"hiss--"

Chen Zhi was so cold that he almost bounced off his chair.

"Lin Wanwan, you come here every day, don't you?"

Chen Zhi pulled the mischievous hand down and glared at her irritably.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Lin Wanwan grabbed Chen Zhi's wrist with her other hand and pulled him outwards forcefully.

"Aunt Zhang said we have to buy new clothes for the New Year today, and she also has to pick out a set for you."

Chen Zhi gripped the edge of the table tightly.

"I'm not going. It's cold outside. I'd rather stay home."

"No way! Aunt Zhang provided the funding!"

Lin Wanwan took out a bank card from her pocket, waved it in front of Chen Zhi, and looked smug.

"And Aunt Zhang said that if you don't go, this thousand yuan will be all my compensation for emotional distress."

Chen Zhisong opened his hand.

"Walk."

……

Central Department Store.

As the Spring Festival approaches, shopping malls are decorated with red lanterns and Chinese knots, and the song "Gong Xi Fa Cai" (Wishing You Prosperity), which is etched into our DNA, is playing on a loop from the speakers.

As soon as Lin Wanwan entered the mall, she automatically switched to battle mode.

She pulled Chen Zhi straight to the women's clothing section on the third floor, skillfully moving between the various racks, her fingers flying across each garment.

"How about this one?"

"What about this one?"

"Oh dear, isn't this color too old-fashioned?"

Chen Zhi followed behind, acting as a ruthless bag-carrying machine and a human-shaped accessory.

Lin Wanwan picked up a bright red coat and held it up against herself.

"Chen Zhi, look at this, isn't it nice?"

Chen Zhi glanced at it and nodded perfunctorily.

"It looks great, very festive, wearing it makes you look like a red envelope spirit."

Lin Wanwan rolled her eyes at him, hung the coat back up, and picked up a down jacket.

"What about this one?"

"Beautiful, fresh and refined."

"What about this one?"

"Beautiful, stunningly beautiful."

Ten minutes later.

Lin Wanwan came out of the fitting room, wearing a beige lamb wool coat and black flared pants.

She turned around in front of the mirror.

"Chen Zhi, how's this one?"

Chen Zhi was looking down at his phone, scrolling through online forums, without even lifting his head.

"You look beautiful, you're so pretty, you'd look good even in a burlap sack."

The air fell silent for two seconds.

Chen Zhi keenly sensed the murderous intent.

He looked up and met Lin Wanwan's fiery gaze.

"Chen Zhi".

Lin Wanwan gritted her teeth, grabbed a nearby cushion, and threw it at him.

"Can't you pay a little attention?! You didn't even look at it!"

Chen Zhi caught the pillow and sighed helplessly.

"Young Miss, this is the eighteenth set you've tried. My vocabulary is completely exhausted."

"Besides, I'm telling the truth. You're naturally fair-skinned, so you can wear anything."

Lin Wanwan walked up to him angrily and looked down at Chen Zhi, who was sprawled on the sofa.

"No, your attitude makes me feel no sense of accomplishment."

She nudged Chen Zhi's toe.

"Get up, I'll go buy it for you."

Chen Zhiru felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly stood up.

"Alright, let's go."

The two then moved on to the men's clothing section.

Chen Zhi's aesthetic sense is extremely consistent, and he is a straight man.

He walked straight to a sports brand store and pointed to a long, shiny black down jacket on a mannequin.

"This one is dirt-resistant, durable, and can even cover your face."

He then pointed to the black sweatpants next to him.

"Give me another one of these, and we're all done."

Dressed entirely in black, this was Chen Zhi's highest form of respect for his new clothes for the New Year.

Lin Wanwan stood to the side, her face turning green.

"Chen Zhi, are you going to a funeral?"

She pulled Chen Zhi away from the down jacket that looked like it had Michelin tires on it, with a look of disgust.

"It's Chinese New Year, and you're dressed like a crow. If Aunt Zhang sees you, she'll break your legs."

Chen Zhi was unconvinced.

"As long as the clothes are wearable, why worry about so much?"

"You can't even have a modicum of taste to wear something like that?"

Without saying a word, Lin Wanwan dragged him into a trendy brand store.

"Stand still, don't move."

Lin Wanwan pressed Chen Zhi in front of the fitting room mirror and then began to rummage through the store.

She was more serious about choosing clothes than when she was buying them for herself.

With a slight frown, he ran his fingers along the fabric, occasionally picking up a piece and holding it up against Chen Zhi before shaking his head and tossing it back.

"This one won't do, the collar is too big."

"This color is too bright; I can't bring it down."

"This outfit has a bad cut; it makes my legs look short."

Chen Zhi stood aside and let Lin Wanwan do whatever she wanted.

A while later.

Lin Wanwan walked over carrying two pieces of clothing.

A short, coffee-colored down jacket with a thick, substantial feel.

A pair of dark gray straight-leg wide-leg jeans with frayed edges at the hem.

"Go, change into it."

Lin Wanwan shoved the clothes into Chen Zhi's arms and pushed him into the fitting room.

"If you dare to slack off again, I'll tell Auntie."

Threats are effective.

Two minutes later.

The curtain of the fitting room was lifted.

Chen Zhi walked out somewhat awkwardly, still clutching the hem of his clothes.

"Aren't these pants too baggy? I feel like they're letting in a draft."

He used to wear fitted sweatpants, and these wide-leg pants always made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Lin Wanwan was playing on her phone when she heard the noise and looked up.

The next second, she froze.

The boy stood tall and straight, his coffee-colored coat making his skin appear even whiter, and his slightly messy hair now looked more relaxed.

Wide-leg pants perfectly flatter the leg shape, making the legs appear long and straight.

Shedding that somber black outfit, he instantly transformed from the "Michelin Tire Boy" into a "Korean Drama Male Lead."

Several young girls picking out clothes nearby couldn't help but steal glances in their direction.

Lin Wanwan stuffed her phone into her pocket and walked over quickly.

She circled Chen Zhi twice, nodded in satisfaction, and her lips curled into a wide smile.

"Not bad, Chen Zhi. Clothes really do make the man."

She reached out and straightened Chen Zhi's collar, her fingertips accidentally brushing against Chen Zhi's chin.

"Don't wear those down jackets that look like a row of loaves of bread anymore. They're really ugly and a waste of your face."

Looking at himself in the mirror, Chen Zhi had to admit that Lin Wanwan's taste was indeed excellent.

"Alright, I'll do as you say."

Chen Zhi turned around. "So, this is it?"

"etc."

Lin Wanwan suddenly called out to him.

She turned and ran back to the shelf, rummaging through the area where she had just taken the clothes.

Then, she came back carrying a matching off-white down jacket.

The style was exactly the same as the one Chen Zhi was wearing, only the color was different.

"I'll take this one."

Lin Wanwan, holding the white down jacket, stood next to Chen Zhi, who was wearing a brown coat, and gave a "V" sign to herself in the mirror.

One coffee and one white.

Isn't this obviously a matching couple's outfit?

Chen Zhi looked at the two people standing side by side in the mirror and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Lin Wanwan, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"Mind your own business!"

Lin Wanwan raised her chin and shoved the clothes into Chen Zhi's hands with a self-righteous air.

"Aunt Zhang said I should pick one I like too."

She pointed to the clothes in Chen Zhi's hand, then pointed to herself.

"This is what I like."

After saying that, she didn't give Chen Zhi a chance to refute and pushed him towards the cashier.

"Hurry up and pay the bill! I'm starving!"

Chen Zhi shook his head helplessly, picked up the two pieces of clothing, and walked towards the counter.

Looking at the bouncy figure in front of him, Chen Zhi felt his heart was filled with something.

"Hello, checkout."

Chen Zhi slapped the bank card on the counter.

"I want both items, not in a package, just cut off the tags."

……

When I came out of the mall, it was already dark outside.

As dusk settles, the trees lining the streets are adorned with colorful lights, creating a dazzling spectacle.

Chen Zhi and Lin Wanwan, dressed in brand-new matching outfits, walked through the bustling crowd.

Lin Wanwan held a cup of hot milk tea she had just bought, occasionally taking a sip and squinting her eyes in satisfaction.

"Chen Zhi".

"what?"

"This clothing is really warm."

"That's right, it cost my mom over a thousand yuan."

"Tch, so tacky."

Lin Wanwan leaned closer to Chen Zhi and gently bumped his shoulder against him.

"Come to my house for hot pot tonight, my dad bought a lot of lamb rolls."

Chen Zhi checked the time on his phone.

There was still one hour until the "Sand 2 Conquest" match that I had arranged with Pei Ningxue.

"OK."

Chen Zhi put his hands in his pockets, enjoying the warmth of his new clothes.

"But I have to go back after I finish eating."

"What?" Lin Wanwan pricked up her ears warily. "Going to play games again?"

"Yes, I made an appointment."

"Male or female?"

"you guess."

"Chen Zhi! Have you been seeing other dogs...other girls behind my back again?!"

"Be civilized, that's your deskmate."

"Not even my deskmate! I want to play too! I want to go too!"

"Do you even know how to do that? You're just feeding kills."

"Teach me! I refuse to believe I can't learn!"

In the wind and snow, the sounds of their bickering faded into the distance, melting away into the peaceful warmth of everyday life.