Chun Mian had just taken a look at the wardrobe. The commissioner's clothes were all in simple shades of black, white, and gray; there wasn't a single bright color. This starkly contrasted with the colors of the commissioner's bedding. After sorting through the commissioner's memories, Chun Mian knew that her mother had bought almost all of her clothes, while the commissioner had purchased the bedding herself.
The commissioner secretly preferred a girlish pink, but her mother didn't want her spending time and energy on dressing up. Therefore, most of her clothes were in simple, cool tones.
Chun Mian wasn't picky about her attire; anything was fine. As long as she wasn't forced to wear something utterly humiliating, she could accept anything. Right now, she was carrying a large black backpack, walking on her way to school.
