April 28, Monday.
Early morning, the temperature was just right.
Dazzling sunlight poured in from the outside window, creating a path of light where endless particles floated in the air.
Jiang Ning tied his white shoe laces and stood straight, dressed in white Tai Chi clothes.
The loose-fitting Tai Chi clothes, worn by Jiang Ning, had an indescribable elegance and freedom, as if it was inherent to him.
Jiang Ning stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself with a hint of perplexity. During the days since his return, he had always worn modern clothing; seeing himself like this now seemed like a dream of a past life.
Immediately, the fresh scent of laundry detergent from the Tai Chi clothes brought a renewed sparkle to his eyes.
The day before yesterday, Xue Yuantong had said that the school's newly issued clothes were a bit dirty and smelled bad. She took them home, washed both sets carefully, dried them well, and then returned them to him.
