Familiarity.
That is what Shen Yuan felt when he saw the design of the hanfu displayed in the very center of the room.
He really couldn't explain it himself, but when his eyes laid on the breathtaking transition of the ombre from pure white at the top wardrobe, then sparkling blue to dark blue staring from the skirt downward, he was instantly reminded of his nature as a celestial fox.
A beautiful contrast of light and dark.
The golden embroidery of curly clouds, studded with sparkling light blue mana stones, on the lapel and the slim arrow sleeves of the hanfu also trigger his nostalgia for his home in the spiritual realm.
"Daddy, are you okay?" Yanyan tugged his hand, waking him up from the daze.
"Yes, baby. I'm alright. I'm just amazed by the craftsmanship of this hanfu," Shen Yuan answered his son, and by chance, his gaze met Bai Tingfeng.