Brown short boots, skinny jeans, and a jacket the same color as the boots, along with a hat and scarf, but without the art tube that's usually slung over the shoulder.
Having changed into winter attire, Nero, who slowed her pace in front of Boss Luo, merely appeared as a girl with white-dyed hair in an urban setting, somewhat unconventional.
No one would be able to draw more associations to her past, present, or future.
Walking in the bustling city, Luo Qiu noticed a certain unusual elation in Nero's demeanor.
In front of a cake shop display on the street, she placed both hands against the glass window almost touching her face to it, gazing intently at a freshly displayed matcha cake.
"Want to eat?" Luo Qiu curiously asked—just half an hour ago they had a large breakfast in the hotel suite.
Nero nodded, following her body's instincts, clapping her hands together, pleading, "Boss! Buy me one, please, I have no money."
