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Chapter 292 Each Amazed by the Other
Because today is the coming-of-age ceremony, the school did not open its gates at the usual time, but instead moved the opening time to the second period.

This gives each student a certain amount of time to prepare for their coming-of-age ceremony.

Of course, students who don't care about the coming-of-age ceremony can still come to school early.

The school does not require students to dress in accordance with their coming-of-age ceremony.

At Li Zhi's home, Xu Chan, who had finished Li Zhi's makeup, began to fix her daughter's hair.

She picked up a stray lock of hair with her fingers and gently tucked it into her full, rounded bun.

The tip of the fine-toothed comb traced a smooth arc under the light, gathering Li Zhi's thick, glossy black hair at the back of her head and coiling it into a loose yet full low bun.

A few carefully preserved, fluffy baby hairs cascaded down her ears and the back of her neck, making her fair and slender swan neck appear even more elegant.

The girl in the mirror had only a thin layer of makeup on, and her youthful, natural blush shone through the radiant base.

The eyebrows were carefully outlined, like distant mountains lightly painted, with only a touch of brown eyebrow powder to bring out the softness and clarity of the shape.

Her lips were adorned with a light coral pink, revealing a natural rosy hue and a dewy sheen, like the petals of a newly blossoming rose.

There are no bold strokes, only a carefully crafted natural beauty.

The light makeup, like morning dew, silently permeates the skin, highlighting the girl's features with a unique delicacy and radiance.

It neither conceals the innocence of youth nor does it subtly reveal the mature charm of a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.

Her long hair was pulled back, revealing a smooth and full forehead and a smooth and beautiful jawline. The entire profile of her face appeared exceptionally soft and gentle under the light.

The "lazy and casual beauty" highlighted by the stylist transformed into a gentle and graceful temperament on Li Zhi, like a refined lady from bygone days.

"All done." Xu Chan's voice carried a satisfied sigh as her fingertips gently brushed across her daughter's smooth nape.

"have a look."

The person in the mirror has beautiful features and a gentle, elegant hairstyle.

Her soft makeup complemented her fair skin, and her simple updo lifted her delicately shaped face.

She sat upright, her neck and back straight, her youthful naiveté and aloofness perfectly contained within this carefully crafted gentle tranquility, quietly accumulating the dazzling brilliance that would emerge the next second.

Looking at her daughter's stunningly beautiful appearance in the mirror, Xu Chan could no longer contain her admiration.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk—”

A series of exclamations of amazement, satisfaction, and boundless pride escaped from her lips.

She crossed her arms, took a half-step back, her eyes gleaming with an almost overflowing light, and slowly strolled around her daughter, as if admiring a rare treasure that had just been born.

"Look! Look at how Zhizhi looks!"

Xu Chan's voice was full of undisguised pride and satisfaction, and the corners of her mouth were turned up high.

The echoes of Xu Chan's words of praise still lingered in the warm lamplight, and the look of satisfaction and pride had not yet faded from her eyes.

The next second, she seemed to remember the crucial moment when she had pressed the pause button.

"Tsk, look at me! I was so busy admiring the baby's beauty that I almost forgot the most important thing!"

She lightly patted her forehead, her voice filled with barely suppressed anticipation.

"Get up, get up, baby! There's only one last step left before it's truly finished!"

As she spoke, Xu Chan pulled Li Zhi up and quickly headed towards Li Zhi's room.

Xu Chan walked briskly, leading Li Zhi back to her bedroom.

She walked toward the wardrobe with a clear purpose.

Under the lights, Xu Chan carefully took the off-the-shoulder black satin fishtail dress out of the dust bag.

The flowing cut, the deep sheen of the satin, and the gorgeous skirt instantly brightened the entire room, like a serene dark moon held in the palm of one's hand.

She unfolded her dress, the deep black contrasting with her slightly trembling fingers, revealing a hint of excited nervousness.

Li Zhi took a deep breath and took off her pajamas.

The cool air brushes against my skin.

The next moment, the cool, silky satin, like the water of a dark lake, gently covered me.

The dress felt delicate and slightly cool to the touch, clinging tightly to her figure.

"Stand still, Mom will help you fix it."

Li Zhi felt her mother's gentle yet firm touch, like a precious treasure being carefully protected.

The delicate, soft ribbons moved nimbly through Xu Chan's fingertips, crossing over each other before finally being knotted and tightened.

The knot was neatly hidden among the folds of the satin, perfectly accentuating the slender waistline without appearing out of place.

Xu Chan gently lifted the magnificent, cascading fishtail skirt from below with both hands, as if she were holding a fragile work of art.

Carefully smoothing out each smooth fold and each soft wave of satin.

Having accomplished all this, Xu Chan finally stood up straight and let out a long sigh of relief.

She took another step back, scrutinizing her masterpiece with intense eyes.

Then, Xu Chan's gaze fell on the high heels in the corner.

She walked quickly over and picked up the shoes.

"Come on, baby, put your shoes on." Xu Chan squatted down and carefully placed the shoes beside her daughter's feet.

Li Zhi held onto his mother's steady hand, the cool, smooth surface of her shoes touching his toes.

She took a deep breath, shifted her weight forward, and slid her heel steadily into the curved shape of the shoe cup.

With a soft click, the fit spread from her ankle, and the heel subtly elevated her figure, instantly providing solid support for her elegant aura.

Xu Chan did not get up immediately, but carefully straightened the subtle curve between the hem of her skirt and the toes of her shoes, so that the satin could hang perfectly like a waterfall.

Xu Chan stood up and took the thin white shawl that had been prepared beforehand.

The texture is as light and soft as a cloud, with a delicate pearlescent sheen.

She went around behind her daughter, with boundless tenderness and caution, and gently draped the shawl over Li Zhi's right shoulder.

The white shawl and the deep black satin dress created a striking visual contrast, yet they blended together wonderfully.

It covered the right shoulder perfectly, revealing the beautiful left collarbone and off-the-shoulder neckline.

This asymmetrical design adds a touch of maturity and tranquility.

Not only does it balance the overall visual center of gravity, but it also makes Li Zhiyu's smooth left shoulder appear even more radiant and beautiful under the interplay of satin and crystal luster.

Xu Chan slightly adjusted the curve of the shawl, allowing it to form natural folds on her shoulders, with soft tassels hanging down and trembling slightly with her breath.

This seemingly simple accessory, like the finishing touch, instantly softens the absolutely cold and glamorous aura of the black dress, injecting an indescribable gentleness and charm.

The mother and daughter turned together towards the floor-length mirror.

The figure in the mirror has shed its youthful campus innocence and transformed into a breathtaking, radiant young woman.

The black fishtail skirt accentuated her graceful curves, while the stiletto heels supported her elegant figure.

The white shawl draped over her shoulders was the finishing touch, both toning down the excessive somberness of the black and adding a layer of warm radiance, revealing a unique beauty that lies between girlish innocence and mature charm.

All the meticulously prepared details eventually come together, culminating in a dignified yet moving traditional Chinese painting.

Morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, softly scattering across the beautiful, flowing contours of her reflection in the mirror, gilding her with a hazy, sacred golden edge. The morning light also streamed through the neighbor's window, casting clear, dappled patterns of light across Shen Yuan's home.

Shen Yuan stood in front of the full-length mirror.

The crisp, white shirt accentuated his straight, broad shoulders, and the collar was meticulously fitted with an elegant curve that fit perfectly just below his Adam's apple.

His dark gray tie, with its delicate subtle patterns, was loosely tugged by his well-defined fingers.

The dark suit jacket outlined the boy's tall and neat figure, and the well-tailored trousers fell straight down his long legs.

The figure in the mirror has shed the immaturity of a school uniform, and the lines are unexpectedly rugged and sharp.

Zhang Yuyan's earlier complaints and grumbling had stopped at some point.

She stood with her arms crossed not far behind her son, the mirror reflecting and separating their figures.

The light and shadow cast distinct shadows on his deep brow bone and the bridge of his nose.

The boy stared at his reflection in the mirror for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

His jawline was taut with a barely perceptible tension, but his eyes held a determined gleam, subtly illuminated by his outfit.

The corners of her mouth curved up slightly, then quickly disappeared.

He lightly touched the tie knot with his fingertip.

Light and shadow danced around him, quietly gathering strength.

"Alright, alright, that's about it for how handsome you look. Straighten your tie one last time, make yourself look more alert! ...Yes, yes, that's it! Remember to drape your jacket over your hand first, so it doesn't wrinkle when you sweat. Hurry up, or the coming-of-age ceremony will start soon!"

As Shen Yuan listened to his mother's incessant urging, he smoothed out the barely perceptible crease in his tie knot with his fingertips, a helpless yet comforting smile playing on his lips.

With Ms. Zhang's gentle push of "Hurry up, hurry up," he stepped out of his slightly noisy home, his figure elongated by the slanting morning light in the hallway, disappearing behind the elevator doors.

As the elevator descended, Old Shen patted Shen Yuan on the shoulder.

"Get your act together."

"I know."

After getting into the car, Shen Yuan sat in the back seat, his face turned towards the window.

The car window rolled down slightly, and the morning breeze, carrying the fresh scent of the trees on both sides of the road, blew in, ruffling the neatly combed bangs on his forehead.

He stared blankly at the traffic ahead, seemingly lost in thought, while his fingers, resting on the edge of the car window, unconsciously rubbed the seams of his high-quality suit trousers.

As the car entered the familiar tree-lined avenue at the south gate of the school, he saw it from afar, through several other cars and a few scattered people.

The rear door of an SUV that had just come to a stop was pushed open.

The light slanted down from the side, and a slender, tall figure carefully leaned out, holding onto the car door frame.

Her hair was styled in a low bun as black as clouds, her neck was slender and white, and a corner of a soft white shawl was draped over her smooth and rounded shoulders, dazzlingly white in the sunlight.

What followed was a glimpse of the hem of that deep, gorgeous black satin fishtail skirt, as dark and luxurious as a starry night sky, and... beneath the skirt, a pair of exquisitely beautiful black stilettos that accentuated her delicate ankles...

It only lasted a few seconds.

He had just focused his attention, trying to capture more details of that fleeting glimpse, when all that remained in his vision was a corner of a soft white shawl and the swaying, shimmering hem of a skirt, mostly obscured by the open rear door.

The next second, the figure had already stood firmly to the side, with his back to the direction of his car, his head slightly lowered, and was whispering something to the person inside the car.

Shen Yuan's gaze was fixed on the blurry image reflected in the car window.

On the back of his hand, where his knuckles were clearly defined, a vein seemed to throb silently.

He could clearly feel his heartbeat suddenly accelerate and pound heavily on his ribs the instant that brief image flashed across his retina.

It was a physiological reaction to a purely visual shock that left one speechless.

Immediately, an indescribable heat exploded from my spine, rushing up to my ears, and the skin on the back of my neck suddenly tightened.

The boy's Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, and he even felt a dry, tight sensation in his throat.

“…Shen Yuan? I’m talking to you!” came Ms. Zhang’s voice from the side, tinged with displeasure.

"Huh?...Oh." Shen Yuan suddenly woke up, immediately looked away, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

"heard it."

He quickly lowered his eyelids, his thick eyelashes concealing the turmoil still churning in his eyes.

She tried her best to remain calm, even managing a faint smile that could barely be considered an "I understand" to her mother.

But his thoughts were completely captivated by the breathtaking scene that had just unfolded.

Almost at the same time, Li Zhi, standing outside the car, had just said goodbye to her mother. Xu Chan leaned out from the driver's seat and gave her a final reminder: "Zhi Zhi, slow down! Watch your skirt on the steps! Your mom and dad are going to the playground first!"

"Okay, Mom." Li Zhi nodded gently, her voice clear and calm.

She lifted the intricate yet gorgeous hem of her skirt slightly as she stepped onto the solid ground.

Just then, a voice pierced through the morning noise, rippling through the air with a refreshing quality like morning dew.

"Li Zhi!"

Li Zhi stopped in his tracks upon hearing the sound.

Just as she turned around, their eyes met suddenly, even though they were more than ten steps apart!

Shen Yuan's vision seemed to be suddenly filled by a close-up shot.

The morning light pierced through the carefully left-out downy hair at her temples, giving her low-coiled hair a soft, golden outline.

A silent storm was also brewing in Li Zhitong's eyes.

The boy's crisp white shirt collar was tied with a dark-patterned tie, which perfectly concealed his Adam's apple.

The broad shoulders are tucked into the well-tailored suit with its clean cut, and the long legs support the upright posture, as firm as a pine tree that cannot bend under the weight of the first snow.

A few stray hairs were blown aside by the wind, revealing her deep brow bone and bright eyes.

That youthful vigor, tempered by formal attire, shone with unprecedented sharpness.

Time stretches out infinitely at this moment.

Shen Yuan saw Li Zhinong's eyelashes tremble suddenly, and her fingertips unconsciously tightened around the satin hem of her skirt.

Li Zhi noticed that Shen Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and the knuckles on his suit jacket turned bluish-white from the force.

Dust particles floating in the air solidify under the light.

They saw the same turbulent waves reflected in each other's suddenly contracting pupils.

It was a nuclear fusion ignited by a meticulously prepared battle suit and an unexpected, stunning display.

"It seems..." The boy's lips finally curved into the smile that should have appeared last night, his husky voice, filled with a hot breath, crashing straight into Li Zhi's eardrums.

"Teacher Li's outfit is outstanding."

A faint blush suddenly rose on Li Zhi's cheeks, but she raised her chin, swirling her crystal-swaying skirt in a half-circle, and a triumphant glint appeared in her clear eyes.

"Likewise, Shen."

Inside the car, Zhang Yuyan looked at her son's profile illuminated by the lights and the blush on the girl's cheeks, and suddenly nudged Lao Shen beside her.

"See? Now that's what you call a perfect match."

(End of this chapter)