Guiying spent the better part of the afternoon getting ready, more careful with his appearance than he'd been in weeks, determined to look presentable for a woman who'd apparently spent months deciding whether he was worth meeting at all.
He settled eventually on a fitted brown sweater tucked into wide black trousers, sunglasses tucked into his collar for later, black leather shoes polished to a shine.
Simple, understated enough to let the gift speak louder than his clothing choices, though he still checked the mirror more times than he cared to admit.
Bai Zichen would have laughed at him for fretting this much over an outfit that wasn't even for a shoot. Guiying almost wished he'd texted him for a second opinion, if only to have someone tell him he looked fine and mean it.
