He sat on the bed, quietly surveying his surroundings. The room was unfamiliar and quiet, its furnishings simple yet grand, exuding an air of elegance from every corner.
He felt the duvet beneath his hands.
It was the finest cloud brocade.
And…
As if noticing something, the boy lifted his hand. His gaze fell upon his sleeve, then traveled over the rest of his clothes. A flicker of surprise appeared in his eyes.
'These clothes… they look so luxurious.'
A white robe with golden embroidery. The cuffs, collar, and sash were red. He was surprised to find that the red-and-white style suited him perfectly, and he liked it. It was as if he was born with a love for such attire.
The clothes were soft and comfortable, fitting him perfectly, as if they had been tailor-made.
His hair was tied back in a ponytail with a golden ribbon. His gaze fell on the end of the ribbon resting on his shoulder.
