You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

In the room, the warm yellow light spilled all over silently.

Against her midnight blue dress, it was like a bright starry sky.

She then noticed that on her left arm, there was indeed a bloodstain. The wound was not too deep, and not too shallow. The blood had dried and coagulated. It must have been cut by those punks during the fight just now.

She remembered one of the punks wore a sharp claw-like thing on his finger, so it must be him.

At that time, she focused solely on the fight, and did not feel any pain at all.

"Just a minor injury.” She didn't think anything of it.

But, suddenly, she exclaimed, "Oh my God, I broke my dress!"

She caught a glimpse of her sleeve, which had been torn open with a slit in the expensive fabric! She hurriedly checked the rest of the dress again, and surprisingly, it was cut in more than one place and was thus definitely beyond repair. She hadn't noticed it at all before.

This dress had cost her a fortune and she only wore it once!

what a

not care about her wounds at all, but instead cared about her clothes and did

clothes or your life?" He asked her with a raised eyebrow. She sat in his arms, only thinking about her clothes, and

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she looked at the moment, the tone of her voice, the things she cared about all pointed to

she was Joyce,

course the clothes are important!" Joyce answered without

realize how hard it was to

It's just a

realized she was still sitting in his arms

of the wound myself." She stepped aside and picked up a cotton swab and was about to

would be. Luther snatched the swab from

arm firmly in place as he carefully wiped her wound with a cotton swab, "Don't move. The wound

anti-inflammatory powder

have taken a bath.