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!

a pricey dinner she

she did not care about her wounds at all, but instead cared about her clothes and did not resist him. It made him

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

time to the days before he had lost his

the tone of her voice, the things

was more and more sure that she was Joyce, and there was

Joyce answered without thinking, “It's

she realize how hard it was to make

"Here, let me help you with your wound. It's just a

still sitting

take care of the wound myself." She stepped aside and picked up a

thought it would be. Luther snatched the swab

so were his actions. He held her arm firmly in place as he carefully wiped her wound with a cotton swab, "Don't move. The wound isn't shallow and will leave a scar if

then applied anti-inflammatory powder to

use it after you have