After the breakup, I was taken in by a group of trendy young women.

The blond guy was the first target to be identified.

She stood in front of the window of a Lolita brand store, her face almost pressed against the glass.

The shop window displays a light blue Lolita dress—an authentic Japanese brand. The skirt is made of layers of lace and organza, and the bow on the chest is hand-sewn. Each pearl button gleams softly under the spotlight.

Compared to it, the cheap knock-off that the blond guy was wearing looked like it had been dug out of a garbage dump.

"Brother—look—"

Her voice was ethereal from beginning to end.

Lin Ye stood behind her, looking at the dress in the shop window, then at the blond man's profile pressed against the glass, and said one word: "Try it on."

Then he turned to the saleswoman standing at the entrance of the store, her face beaming with a smile, and she respectfully gestured for him to come in: "Hello sir, this is our newest style this season, priced at 12,800 yuan, and it's in stock so you can try it on."

When Huang Mao heard the words "twelve thousand eight", he froze for a moment.

She turned her head to speak, but Lin Ye spoke first: "Take her number."

The blond-haired man was led into the fitting room by the sales assistant.

Several people with tattooed arms were waiting outside, looking around at the surrounding stores—the one with tattooed legs was looking at the window of a designer brand store, the one with tattooed arms was looking at the store across the street that mainly sold dark-style products, and the one with bangs was holding Wangcai (a pet dog) in front of a pet supply store, his eyes full of light.

After a while, the blond-haired man pushed open the door of the fitting room and came out.

She lowered her head, her fingers clutching the hem of her old dress that had been pulled off, and walked barefoot on the carpet in the fitting room.

Then she raised her head, took two steps forward, and stood in front of Lin Ye.

The entire room fell silent.

The authentic cut, fabric, and volume surpass all words.

Her honey-brown twin ponytails draped over the sides of her lace neckline, her deep brown pupils shone brightly under the spotlight, and two blushes of excitement and shyness mingled on her cheekbones.

She stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, looking at her completely transformed self. Her mouth slowly opened and closed, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

The person she saw in the mirror wasn't the blond girl wearing a cheap knock-off Lolita dress, begging for cigarettes on the curb; she saw a complete and beautiful version of herself that she had almost forgotten what she looked like.

The man with the flowery legs nudged the man with the flowery arms with his elbow: "Look at blondie, he's almost crying."

Green Hair and Pink Hair had already started shouting "So beautiful!", Qi Liu Hai hugged Wang Cai with wide eyes, and Shen Qing put her hands together on her chest.

Shen Na stood next to Shen Qing, glancing at Huang Mao and then at Lin Ye. Something indescribable appeared in her beautiful eyes—as if she were confirming something, or as if she were letting go of something.

Lin Ye took out his phone and said to the sales assistant, "Issue the invoice."

She then pointed to several other sets in the shop window and said that she would also take her size for those sets, together with them.

Huang Mao turned around and called out to him, his eyes glistening with tears.

"Not expensive."

He put his phone back in his pocket, his tone as calm as if he were just saying the weather was nice, then turned and walked towards the tattooed arm, leaving without looking back with the words, "I'm spending money today, nobody can stop me."

The system rang cheerfully in Lin Ye's mind, triggering a 100x return, and 1.28 million was credited to his account.

He paused for a moment, a bank text message popped up on his phone screen. He glanced at the string of numbers on the screen, a slight smile playing on his lips, then put his phone back in his pocket, his expression as calm as if he had only received a spam text message.

Starting with Huang Mao, the group of girls, led by Lin Ye, completely embarked on a party.

Just as the blond guy finished signing the bill, Lin Ye was already standing in the store next door greeting her—the tattooed arm had her eye on a pair of black cargo pants with chain decorations, the tattooed legs had her eye on a floral dress with a side slit, and the green-haired and pink-haired girls chose the same style of loose sweatshirt in different colors.

Everyone wanted to decline, but Lin Ye blocked them with his words, "Take her number."

Qi Liuhai stood at the entrance of a pet supply store, his eyes glued to a space capsule cat carrier with a catnip pocket in the window, looking it over and over again.

Lin Ye walked over, pushed open the door, pointed to the shop window, and said, "Wrap this up."

When Qi Liuhai put Wangcai into the space capsule cat carrier, the cat poked its paw out of the transparent hemispherical window and patted the plastic wall. Its ears stood up straight. She looked down at Wangcai excitedly spinning around in the space capsule and squeezed out a "Brother, thank you" from her throat. Lin Ye was already being pulled by the tattooed man to the next store.

Shen Qing was trying on a beige knitted cardigan in front of a Japanese brand counter, while Shen Na helped her adjust the collar.

After putting it on, Shen Qing looked in the mirror and asked, "Does it look good?"

Lin Ye said it looked good, then asked the sales assistant to wrap it up, and then asked Shen Na if she had seen anything she liked.

Shen Na paused for a moment, her fingertips unconsciously stroking a misty blue trench coat on the clothes rack next to her, then quickly withdrew her hand and shook her head.

Lin Ye took the trench coat off the hanger and handed it to her, saying she should try it on and buy it if it fit.

When Shen Na took the trench coat with both hands, her fingers touched his fingers. The touch was slightly cool and smooth. She pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, and her ears started to burn again.

The shopping bags of the eight girls piled up on all their arms, and even Wangcai's space capsule cat bag had a small bag hanging on it.

Lin Ye was also carrying a few bags—his own, two simple outfits he'd quickly bought in the men's clothing section downstairs: a white T-shirt, a shirt, casual pants, and a new pair of sneakers. But he was still missing a pair of pants.

The tattooed woman said she'd keep her athletic shorts for herself, and that he needed to buy her a decent pair of pants.

So I wandered into a menswear store of a designer brand.

The decor features a minimalist industrial style, cool-toned spotlights, and clothes racks displaying neatly tailored shirts and trousers.

Lin Ye picked out a pair of dark gray casual pants and a light blue Oxford shirt to try on. Before he opened the fitting room door, the tattooed man outside called out, "Brother, hurry up, we're waiting for you."

Hua Tui chimed in from the side, "What's the rush? We're trying on clothes, not doing anything else in the fitting room."

The blond-haired man's voice came from outside: "That's not necessarily true—"

Lin Ye changed into his shirt and trousers in the fitting room and was about to push open the door when the curtain was suddenly lifted from the outside.

It wasn't the kind of careful lifting of the curtain; it was a carefree, confident lifting, with a hint of "I knew you were in there." The curtain was halfway open, and a figure slipped in.

The fitting room wasn't big; it was just right for one person to change clothes, but it would be a bit cramped for two.

Lin Ye and Shen Na stood facing each other, with less than a fist's width between them.

The curtain fell behind Shen Na, shutting out the noise from the tattooed girls outside and turning it into a muffled background sound.

Shen Na clearly hadn't expected the fitting room to be so small. She had to press her back against the partition to barely leave any space, but that space was only enough for two people to stand still—if she moved even slightly, her chest would touch his shirt buttons.

She looked up at him, the spotlights in the fitting room shattering into tiny stars in her eyes, her breath brushing against his collarbone, light yet rapid.

"I...I just wanted to ask you something."

Her voice was very low, so low that only two people could hear it, and her tone carried a resolute determination to go all out.

Lin Ye looked down at her.

She was wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt, and her breathing became heavier in the cramped fitting room, causing the neckline to rise and fall slightly.

Her long legs, encased in jeans, shifted back half an inch, the back of her knees touching the edge of the fitting room stool.

Her face was already flushed, and even her collarbones were tinged with a light pink, but she didn't back away. She just tilted her head back, her fingers gripping the collar of his new shirt, her knuckles trembling slightly.

"You were serious about me and my sister—and not just playing around?"

Lin Ye looked at her.

After she asked the question, she pursed her lips into a thin line and held her breath, as if afraid of missing the first word of his answer.

Lin Ye spoke, his voice not loud, but every word was clearly audible in the fitting room.

"It's true."

Upon hearing those three words, Shen Na loosened her grip on his collar.

Her eyes were still red, but the corners of her mouth had already curved up into a smile just like Shen Qing's—a smile of relief, as if all the weight had been lifted.

She lowered her head, her forehead resting on the Oxford shirt he had just put on, and let out a long breath.

"It's alright, it's alright."

The sound muffled against the buttons of his shirt.

Then she reached out and smoothed the collar of his newly changed shirt, gently smoothing out the small crumpled piece of fabric with her fingers.

After doing this, she turned around, lifted a corner of the curtain and peeked outside—the tattooed man was chatting with the leg tattooed woman with his back to her, and no one was paying attention to the fitting room—then she slipped out, her movements as fast as a cat that had stolen some dried fish and quickly fled the scene.

The curtain fell, leaving Lin Ye alone in the fitting room.

He looked down at the patch of shirt fabric on his chest that had been wrinkled by Shen Na's forehead, then looked at Shen Na's back as she nonchalantly walked back to Shen Qing's side outside the curtain, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Then he pushed open the fitting room door, walked out wearing a new shirt and new pants, and stood in front of the women with tattoos.

The tattooed arm took off his sunglasses and scanned the room, while the tattooed legs looked up and said, "Finally, I've got a pair of pants that fit today."

Lin Ye was about to say that he also didn't want to wear elastic-waisted underwear all the time—

"oops!"

Huang Mao's voice suddenly burst out from the fitting room next door, exploding like a small firecracker.

All eyes turned to the curtain in the next room.

That was the blonde's fitting room; she had just gone in to try on her second Lolita dress.

But her voice wasn't a painful scream; it was an excited exclamation of discovering something extraordinary.

The curtain was suddenly flung open from the inside, and an arm reached out from the gap to beckon. A blond-haired man peeked out, his dark brown eyes gleaming with triumph at the edge of the curtain, while his honey-brown twin ponytails cascaded down his shoulders.

"Brother, come in here for a second. This zipper—it's stuck—I can't reach it, can you take a look?"