C6 Purple Bracelet

"This one!" Zhao Sitong exclaimed, pulling a long-sleeved, high-necked vintage autumn dress from the wardrobe.

"Ah? Isn't that dress going to be too warm?" Mrs. Wu asked, eyeing the long dress with a hint of disbelief.

"This one. Come help me out of my clothes," Zhao Sitong commanded, spreading her arms expectantly, waiting for Mrs. Wu to assist her in changing.

Mrs. Wu was torn between amusement and bewilderment as she regarded the young woman before her. She had pegged her as reserved, but now she seemed quite bold, even asking for help with undressing.

"Miss, what size underwear do you wear? I'll fetch you a new set," Mrs. Wu offered, pulling out several options from the wardrobe for Zhao Sitong to select from.

"No need, I won't wear another woman's clothes! This dress will suffice," Zhao Sitong declared, clutching the dress protectively as if fearing Mrs. Wu might reclaim it. "Never mind, I'll change by myself. You're dismissed."

Seeing Zhao Sitong's determined look, Mrs. Wu couldn't help but chuckle. "Miss, the changing room is right over there."

Following Mrs. Wu's direction, Zhao Sitong spotted a small room and headed inside with the dress in tow.

"Miss, do you really not need any underwear? And what about panties—" Mrs. Wu's voice trailed off as the door closed with a thud.

Zhao Sitong stripped off her damp clothing and was about to slip into the long dress when she noticed a purple bracelet on her left wrist. Frowning, she couldn't recall ever acquiring such a piece of jewelry.

She scrutinized the bracelet closely, and fragments of memories surfaced. That's right, it was the same one! She had come across a ring-shaped purple rain stone at Moon Watching River and, finding it unique, had intended to pick it up, not anticipating that it would transport her to Barbarian Country. But how had it transformed into a bracelet on her wrist?

Zhao Sitong examined the bracelet from every angle but couldn't discern anything extraordinary about it. Frustrated at being inexplicably brought to this place, she glared at the bracelet, blaming it for her accidental arrival in Barbarian Country. She attempted to remove it, but the bracelet seemed to be fused to her skin, resisting all her efforts. After struggling in vain, she finally gave up, her mood soured as she donned the long dress.

Zhao Sitong slipped into her dress and stepped out the door, leaving Mrs. Wu, who was standing nearby, utterly speechless. "Wow, stunning!" Indeed, if it weren't for the mismatched season, the vintage dress on this young lady would be an impeccable fit. The lengthy hem swept over her feet, and the pale green hue set off her skin, making it appear even more porcelain and delicate. The only issue was the bust area—but, thankfully, the girl was still young and not overly voluptuous. Plus, the thickness of the dress meant that even without a bra, nothing was revealed.

"Mrs. Wu, do you have any pants?" Zhao Sitong felt uncomfortable in her dress, but since her original clothes were soaked, she had no choice but to make do.

"Oh, yes, of course. I'll fetch you a new pair," Mrs. Wu said, disregarding the formality of Zhao Sitong's address. Hearing the request for pants, she quickly produced a pair of panties.

"I don't want these," Zhao Sitong said with a look of distaste, hastily gesturing at the panties in Mrs. Wu's hand.

"Eh? What kind of pants are you looking for? You've already put on a dress, haven't you?" Mrs. Wu was once again at a loss for words, finding the girl's clothing preferences quite peculiar.

"Mm, this will do." Zhao Sitong pulled a pair of cotton leggings from the wardrobe and then turned to enter the changing room, leaving Mrs. Wu gaping in astonishment.

Zhao Sitong swiftly donned the leggings, feeling fully and comfortably covered at last. She then let down her hair bun, and her lustrous black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

"Miss, could you take a look at these shoes and tell me which pair you prefer?" Mrs. Wu, though puzzled by Zhao Sitong's unique fashion sense, kindly offered several pairs of shoes for her to choose from.

Zhao Sitong eyed the array of shoes with their slender, towering heels and couldn't help but furrow her brow. She was at a loss for words—such barbaric style! But she resigned herself to the situation, "I suppose I'll just make do with these."