When Li Muhhan put on the suit that had once fit his frame, he felt as though he were surrounded by an invisible mockery.
Every part of the suit looked comically oversized, especially the trousers, which seemed absurdly out of place on his one-meter-sixty-five frame. The wide shoulder lines hung like empty sails, and the shirt cuffs reached like long sleeves in a dance, almost covering his fingertips.
The pants were even worse; even after being rolled up several times, they still dragged on the floor.
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