The mall was crowded, but one corner of the boutique seemed frozen in time. There she was, Kang Harin, standing in front of a mirror, holding two blazers. One navy, one cream. Her gaze flicked between them with a focus like she was deciding the fate of the world. You didn’t mean to stare, but something about her presence was magnetic — confident, graceful, like she belonged on a runway, not under fluorescent lights. Then she turned. Hey... Catching you off guard Be honest, navy or cream ?
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