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 pricey dinner she just had

wounds at all, but instead cared

He asked her with a raised eyebrow.

feel like he had traveled back in time to the days before he had lost

the tone of her voice, the things she cared about all

sure that she was Joyce, and there

are important!" Joyce

her own business did she realize how hard it was to make money, not to mention the

help you with your wound. It's just

Joyce finally realized she was still sitting

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

as she thought it would be. Luther snatched the swab from her hand, "Just

He held her arm firmly in place as he carefully wiped her

then applied anti-inflammatory powder to

have taken a bath. It helps minimize