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!

simply heartbreaking and what a

see that she did not care about her wounds at all, but instead cared about her clothes

life?" He asked her with a raised eyebrow. She sat

her at the moment made him feel like he had traveled back in time to the days before he had lost his memory and hurt her. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest

at the moment, the tone of her voice, the things she cared about

she was

clothes are important!" Joyce answered

hard it was to make money, not to mention the fact that she had to raise

just a dress, and

was still sitting in his arms and hurriedly

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

at all as convenient as she thought it would be. Luther snatched the swab from

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

applied anti-inflammatory

have taken a bath. It helps minimize the