Time passed quickly. Soon, it was Saturday and Xiang Ning woke up at five in the morning. After washing up, he put on the clothes that Qi Jiuming had given him. He stumbled through putting it on before the mirror, unsure of how the buttons worked and messing it up front to back. He had never worn clothes like these before. 

While he was figuring it out, a sleepy Xiang Xiaoyu descended the stairs and walked toward the bathroom. Then, when she saw her brother fumbling with his traditional Han clothing, she giggled, “Big brother, what’re you doing?” 

“I’m putting on clothes! I’ve never worn anything like this before, I don’t know...