Weimo changed into a set of indigo men's clothing, bound her long hair up tightly, and strapped a decorative dagger to her waist.
The "young man" in the bronze mirror had delicate features, but her gaze was too sharp, unlike that of an ordinary pleasure-seeking dandy. She pursed her lips and used a charcoal pencil to thicken her brows.
"How is this?" she asked, turning to A-Qiao.
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