Morning light pierced the barrier over the Serenitea Pot's dome, casting a soft golden glow over the apartment buildings in District A. Jingyi drew a deep breath, her fingertips smoothing the lapel of her striking Fontaine academy-style blazer. The gray fine-tweed fabric was impeccably tailored, paired with a snow-white lace-trimmed shirt and a dark red knee-length pleated skirt that swept a sharp arc as she turned. This outfit was her hidden treasure, reserved for momentous days when she needed to rally her spirits and give herself a pep talk.
On her feet were the Fontaine loafers gifted by Lady Furina—the 6.5-centimeter chunky heels provided steady support, while the built-in thickened soft cushions gently cradled her arches. Limeng's custom lambskin anti-slip straps securely hugged her ankles, acting like tailor-made anchors that firmly locked the shoes to her feet.
She adjusted her brand-new light amber blue-light filtering glasses on the bridge of her nose. The shattered remnants of her old lenses and the ice crystals flying through the core power station's tunnels still seemed to gleam coldly in her memory. Today, she just wanted to return to being the scholar who silently restored ancient texts, walking quietly toward the Central Archives.
Chapter 136