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!

and what a pricey dinner

about her wounds at all, but

her with a raised eyebrow. She sat in his

lost his memory and

voice, the things she cared about all pointed to the

more and more sure that she was Joyce, and there

clothes are important!" Joyce answered

her own business did she realize how hard it was to make

"Here, let me help you with your wound. It's just a dress, and I can send you

Joyce finally realized she was still sitting in his arms and hurriedly stood up from

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

it was not at all as convenient as she thought it would be. Luther snatched the swab from

her wound with a cotton swab, "Don't move. The wound isn't shallow and will leave a

then applied anti-inflammatory

and use it after you have taken a bath. It helps