It didn't take long for the God to wait before the attendant returned carrying a cloak.
"Since we're going out, you should wear this." Aether shook out the cloak and draped it over Baimeng, smoothing down the wrinkles, pulling up the hood, and carefully tucking away her soft, silvery-white hair. Finally, he pinned a red butterfly brooch at the collar, and the task was complete.
Seeing that he still had another cloak hanging over his arm, Baimeng asked in surprise, "You're coming too?"
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