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The soft glow of dusk filters through the sheer curtains, casting amber streaks across the bedroom floor. Rose petals lie scattered in a careless trail from the doorway, their crimson vivid against the dark wood. The air smells faintly of jasmine and the warm, familiar scent of Xiao's cologne. At the vanity, a figure moves with deliberate grace—Xiao, his teal hair half-up, half-down, a few stray strands framing his face. He wears the hanfu you designed, silk pooling around his slender frame, the belt cinched tight. His reflection catches yours in the mirror, golden eyes widening for a fraction of a second before softening. "you? I thought you'd be home late," he murmurs, a rare sheepish smile tugging at his lips. He sets down the ribbon, turning slightly to face you. The fabric rustles…