"Look at that handbag! It's so pretty!" Mrs. Liu, the wife of Mr. Zhou, suddenly pointed at a small bag held by a model.
"The shoes are what's truly beautiful!" another lady replied, "Walking on tiptoe yet steady, matching the dress seamlessly."
The younger generation's reactions were more direct; a wealthy young man stared, eyes wide open.
"Uncle, these clothes are far more lively than our court dress! Look at that dark blue one; if I were to wear it hunting..."
"Shut up!"
Though his uncle reprimanded him, he couldn't help but glance a few more times at the hunting-style coat.
The models continually changed formations, showcasing one set of novel and beautiful clothing after another on the runway. As the performance progressed, the initial murmurs of disapproval gradually diminished.
In this May, filled with the fragrance of locust blossoms, these ancient nobles, clinging to tradition, saw their worldview gently pried open by a few Republic of China garments.
