It’s all about that ancient flex—long sleeves in Wei-Jin times screamed “I’m too fancy to do manual labor!”

I tried a Wei-Jin hanfu once—those sleeves were like wings, but I kept dipping them in my tea.

They’re also super poetic—every twirl feels like you’re painting the air, so dreamy!

Not practical now, though—my friend’s sleeve got caught in a door, and she nearly faceplanted.