Winter in Modu is like the local wealthy socialites: heavily made-up, aloof, and gliding through the glitz and glamour with effortless grace. Yet, beneath that chill lies a dampness that lacks the dry, biting crispness of the north.
When Chen Ming woke up, Yang Mi was sitting cross-legged on the carpet by the bed, her hair draped loosely over her shoulders. She was wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt, surrounded by a mountain of clothes sent over by the brand.
While brands usually have professional stylists, they often respect the input of the artists themselves. Yang Mi, for instance, had a keen eye for fashion and was meticulous about her image, frequently offering her own styling suggestions during ad shoots.
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