When Wei Yu arrived on the first floor and met up with Lan Qingyue, the director, and the photographer, the driver had just arrived. Each of them got into the car carrying a bag of fabric and drove back the way they came.

Time seemed to fly by on their way back; they arrived just in time, and the other guests returned one after another.

Director Liu, like a great Buddha, lay leisurely in his rocking chair. Every time a group of guests arrived, he would check the time.

Guests: "..."

This is such a pleasant life!

...

Four days is neither a short nor a long time. For the guests who are trying to finish their tasks quickly, time is like sand in their palms; the tighter they hold on, the faster it slips away.

Most of the fine sand slipped through their fingers, leaving only a tiny bit embedded in their palms. All the guests were finishing up, and the corridor was quiet. Even the passing director was affected by the atmosphere and unconsciously slowed her pace.

"Weiyu, look at this one I made, is it okay?"

Lan Qingyue is holding a casual suit, but it's more like a creative casual jacket. The irregular patchwork design is very striking, and Lan Qingyue has also added chrysanthemums, the symbol of autumn, to the details such as the collar, sleeves, and pockets.

The only time Lan Qingyue made a suit at school was because it was a required course for the semester. After finishing the suit, there would be new required garments to make. Her schedule was packed, and she rarely went back to review the previous material, especially for complex crafts like suits.

Wei Yu was faster than Lan Qingyue in everything she did. While Lan Qingyue was still finishing up, Wei Yu had already completed her task and was carefully checking it.

She put down the coat she was holding, took the one Lan Qingyue handed her, and examined each seam before looking at the whole garment.

Lan Qingyue learned very quickly; she grasped the concepts instantly. Wei Yu was glad to have such a partner. "Alright, sew up the lining, then iron it, and this piece will be finished."

Lan Qingyue let out a long sigh of relief, her eyes filled with admiration as she looked at Wei Yu. "You're the best teacher. Without you, I probably wouldn't have been able to finish."

Wei Yu did not accept all of Lan Qingyue's praise, "That's because you're smart. I only said a few words and you understood everything."

Lan Qingyue: "You're just too modest."

...

As dusk settled and the distant sky gradually turned a pale white, the fragrance of the lavender garden downstairs filled the air, making the morning air even fresher. The whole building was already starting to stir.

Even though Director Liu didn't specify what time we needed to get up the next day, everyone tacitly set their alarms for early morning, just so we could start at nine o'clock.

This time, Lan Qingyue didn't stay in bed. As soon as the alarm rang, she jumped up nimbly, and her calm heart was stirred for the first time.

It was just a variety show, and the outcome didn't really matter. Perhaps she genuinely wanted to achieve something here and didn't want to comfortably enjoy the original owner's glory. She was as nervous as if she were waiting for her college entrance exam results to be released.

Even in her calm state, Wei Yu was not without turmoil. She was used to keeping everything to herself and not revealing her true feelings. She was used to keeping her ambitions hidden until she had the ability to do so. Unlike Lan Qingyue, she did not drink three cups of water to calm her nerves within ten minutes of getting up.

Wei Yu was somewhat helpless, affected by Lan Qingyue's state. "Alright, one cup of water is enough. We should go downstairs for breakfast."