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Yan Zheyun had always worn blue on Qixi. There was no significance to this, no long-ingrained tradition that he was following. Just Lixin's preference for the colour on him, her eyes taking on a proud gleam every time she picked out a hanfu for her brothers. She'd always insisted that they dressed up to go to town with her so that they could satisfy her superficiality by allowing her to parade them in front of all the green-eyed girls sneaking glances at them. She'd known that it would have been impossible to get her dear older brother to wear anything too frivolous, so she'd favoured sober, mature shades for him. But poor Liheng was a whole other story; Yan Zheyun swore that she would spend more time dolling her long-suffering twin up than doing her makeup.