They said they were looking for inspiration, but the scope was really limited to the lavender field. Lan Qingyue and Wei Yu went back to their room, and Wei Yu started sitting by the window again, looking down at the ground floor. Wei Yu seemed to really like sitting by the window.
Lan Qingyue took out the popcorn she hadn't finished yesterday and continued eating it, thinking as she ate.
The scope of things related to fantasy isn't actually very broad, such as fantasy love, fantasy weddings, fantasy castles, and so on...
Lan Qingyue ate half a can of popcorn, while Wei Yu remained sitting motionless by the window, her posture unchanged. If it weren't for the fact that she blinked, one would have thought she had entered a meditative state.
Lan Qingyue was half-lying on the sofa, her eyelids heavy. She needed to find something to distract herself. Seeing that Wei Yu was still in a daze, she asked, "Wei Yu, what do you think about making wedding dresses? Wedding dresses are so dreamy."
“No wedding dress.” Wei Yu snapped out of her daze and rejected the suggestion without hesitation.
"But a wedding dress is the best choice. We can finish it in a short time. If we make something else, and it becomes complicated, we won't have enough time."
In Lan Qingyue's view, a wedding dress is simply a combination of the upper and lower parts. Once those are completed, that's about it, much better than other dresses with many intricate details.
Finishing sooner allows us to identify shortcomings earlier, and given enough time, the two of us won't be in such a passive position.
Wei Yu added, "I don't want to make wedding dresses."
She finally changed her posture, resting her head against the windowpane, her arms wrapped around herself. During self-study, you could see her fingers pinching the tender flesh on her arms hard.
Lan Qingyue's mind was in complete turmoil; she wasn't thinking about anything else but Wei Yu's rejection. She felt she could still try to persuade him. "Wei Yu, do you have any inspiration?"
Wei Yu replied indifferently, "No."
With a flat tone, she seemed to have returned to that cold beauty, with frost gradually condensing, protecting her and separating her from the outside world with a cold barrier.
"Absolutely not a wedding dress!"
"Well..." Lan Qingyue was a little irritated. She had a bad temper and was easily agitated. She wasn't here to assume her own identity, so she had to be careful about her words and actions at all times, and always have to maintain a proper demeanor. But when she was rejected time and time again, her stubbornness surfaced. "If we can't decide on a range today, how are we going to buy fabric tomorrow? Weiyu, why don't you reconsider?"
“I said I wouldn’t consider a wedding dress, and I mean it. There are many dreamy things, not just wedding dresses. Let’s think about it some more, we’ll come up with something eventually. We still have half a day, there’s no need to rush.”
Wei Yu's cold eyes were filled with obvious irritation, as if he would explode at any moment.
"Ugh!" Lan Qingyue grabbed her hair in frustration, ruffling it into a mess. She glared at Wei Yu, who seemed unmotivated, waves of frustration washing over her. "But I really, really want to make a wedding dress! I want to make a dreamy wedding dress and wear it on stage. It will be so beautiful! This is the last round. Once we get back, there won't be another chance, Wei Yu!"
When Lan Qingyue was a teenager, she had a dream about wedding dresses: an off-the-shoulder gown as pure as snow, with exquisite and beautiful embroidered patterns, adorned with a few round little pearls, and a large, floor-length train that swirls like a lotus rising from the mud, untouched by its surroundings.
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