Su Tang chose the capital city for one reason: she had received special training at a secret base there since childhood and was most familiar with the city.

On the other hand, it's also because Qin Ye's roots are here; he grew up in the capital.

She wanted to take him home, any home.

Su Tang pulled Qin Ye, who was still in a huge shock, into a shop facing the street.

The shop was peculiar; from the outside, it appeared to be just one huge, smooth, mirror-like glass wall. As the two approached, the wall silently slid open to the sides, revealing a spacious and bright interior.

Qin Ye thought to himself, "What is this? There's not even a chance."

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Su Tang pulled him inside.

There was no one in the store. No salespeople, no counters, not even a single piece of clothing in sight. There were only rows of neat, metallic display stands, completely empty.

"What...is this for sale?" Qin Ye asked in a low voice, looking around.

Everything here has an indescribable eeriness about it.

Su Tang looked at his serious expression, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Selling clothes," she said softly.

As soon as the words were spoken, a gentle, synthesized electronic voice rang out in the empty store: "Welcome to 'Neon Fashion', Smart Shopping Assistant No. 07 is at your service. What style of clothing are you looking for?"

Qin Ye looked around.

He saw nothing; the sound seemed to appear out of thin air.

Su Tang looked up at him and smiled, "It has no physical form, it's just a program."

"Recommend some comfortable, understated casual wear for us," Su Tang said to the air.

"Okay, matching based on your body size and needs... Matching complete."

The next second, the scene before Qin Ye amazed him.

On the open ground in front of him, a human-shaped mannequin made of light and shadow appeared out of thin air, and the mannequin's face and figure were exactly the same as his.

Immediately afterwards, a series of clothes began to change rapidly on "him".

"This is memory fiber fabric, which can automatically adjust according to body temperature, providing constant temperature and comfort."

A simple gray tracksuit appeared on the mannequin, the fabric of which looked incredibly light and thin, yet gave off a very warm feeling.

Qin Ye frowned.

Can this thing keep you warm? It looks thinner than the shirts he wears in the summer.

"This is a nano-bionic fabric that is waterproof, stain-resistant, and tear-resistant, making it suitable for outdoor activities."

The mannequin's clothes were changed into a dark blue windbreaker.

Is this so-called "nano-fabric" really that magical?

He fought wars his whole life and had never heard of an untearable cloth.

Su Tang had been observing his expression, noticing his serious and earnest demeanor.

"Don't look at this with the perspective of your era. These are all cutting-edge technologies."

She waved her hand in the air in front of her a few times, and a virtual screen appeared in front of the two of them, displaying hundreds of styles of clothing.

"Which one do you like?" Su Tang asked.

Qin Ye looked at the strangely shaped clothes and fell silent. He felt that these clothes were all too "soft," lacking the sharp lines of military uniforms, and were uncomfortable to wear.

Seeing that he remained silent for a while, Su Tang decided to take matters into her own hands. She knew Qin Ye's personality; he definitely wouldn't accept anything too flashy.

She eventually picked out a dark gray casual jacket and a pair of black cargo pants for him.

The style is understated and robust, somewhat resembling the uniforms worn by cadres in their era, but with smoother lines and a subtle sheen in the fabric.

"This one will do," Su Tang confirmed her choice.

As soon as she finished speaking, a display stand slowly rose up, and on the tray lay a neatly folded set of clothes, the very one she had just chosen.

Su Tang picked up the clothes and handed them to Qin Ye: "Want to try them on? The changing room is over there."

Qin Ye took the clothes, and the feel of them made him pause again.

The fabric feels smooth and cool to the touch, yet it possesses a peculiar resilience; it's so light that you can barely feel its weight.

"This...can I wear it?" He really found it hard to associate this thing with "clothes".

“You can wear it, and it’s much more comfortable than your military overcoat.” Su Tang nudged him. “Go on.”

Holding the "strange clothes" and filled with doubt, Qin Ye walked into the dressing room with its automatic door opening and closing mechanism.

A few minutes later, when he came out, Su Tang's eyes lit up instantly.

Having shed his iconic Type 65 military uniform and donned a dark gray casual suit, Qin Ye exuded less of the battlefield's fierceness and austerity, and more of the composure and restraint of an urban elite. His upright posture, broad shoulders, and slender waist were perfectly accentuated, making him appear both imposing and exuding an indescribable air of nobility.

"How is it? Isn't he handsome?" Su Tang circled around him, making no attempt to hide the amazement and admiration in her eyes. "I told you, my man looks good in anything!"

Even with his thick skin, Qin Ye couldn't help but blush when praised so directly and enthusiastically.

He tugged at his collar somewhat awkwardly, but still told the truth: "It's... very comfortable to wear, and it keeps me warm."

The moment he put the clothes on, they automatically conformed to his body shape, and a warm feeling emanated from the fabric, instantly enveloping his entire body, making him warmer than if he were wearing three layers of cotton-padded coats.

This is truly amazing, he thought to himself in amazement.

Su Tang nodded in satisfaction and quickly chose a beige long trench coat and a pair of jeans for herself. After changing into them, she looked both dashing and gentle.

As the two walked out of the clothing store, Qin Ye subconsciously stopped, looked back, and then asked Su Tang a question that had been on his mind since he left the store:

"Tangtang, we...didn't pay."