5

After that night, I dive back into work mode.

I'm a clothing designer with my own studio, still in its early days.

My clients aren't huge stars, but I've built a solid reputation.

"Lin Shen's finally holding a concert in North City!"

"Ugh, I couldn't get tickets!"

The girls in my studio are die-hard Lin Shen fans, groaning in despair.

Xiao Bei suddenly rushes over, waving her phone.

"Lu Lu! Isn't this the outfit you designed last year?"

In the video, Lin Shen wears a black deep-V suit, its shell buttons gleaming. He blends luxury and fashion perfectly.

I remember a private buyer purchased that piece.

They paid an outrageous price.

When I designed it—sketching, patterning, choosing fabrics—I pictured Lin Shen wearing it under the spotlight.

And now, it's real.

The video shifts to an interview, the host asking about his post-tour plans.

He smiles. "I'm taking a long break to travel."

"With family or friends?"

"There's someone I'd like to go with, but I haven't asked yet."

My thoughts snap back as the video ends.

Xiao Bei muses, "If a superstar like him endorsed our studio, we'd be famous!"

As they brainstorm marketing ideas, the studio gets an unexpected big order.