~ Zhen Yi's POV on the day of the Debut
Backstage at the Sleeping Dragon Gardens was a symphony of chaos.
The air was thick with the scent of expensive hair spray, nervous sweat, and the faint, fragrant smoke from the intense burners placed around the ancient pavilions.
Models, looking like ethereal goddesses in Qiao Mei's dark, avant-garde opening pieces, rushed from makeup chairs to fitting stations.
Jing Xu was speaking in low, urgent tones into a headset, coordinating with Lin Jun, who was handling the front security.
My heart is racing. I paced the dressing room, my hands cold. This was it. This wasn't just a fashion show; it was the public debut of AURORA.
It's all my second chance, coming into life in the next thirty minutes.
"You're going to wear a hole into the floor, Mo Yi."
I spun around. Mo Yichen was leaning against the doorframe, his presence sucking all the air out of the room. He was dressed in a simple, black suit, his white shirt open at the collar.
