บท 185: Don't do it here

Alla was still curled up in the corner, unmoving. When she saw him come in with the clothes, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Casiano glanced at her but didn't dare to walk up to her. He just placed the clothes on the nearby couch.

After that aloof and cold figure turned and left, she took her eyes back, looking at the dress.

She lifted the quilt, picked up the dress, wore it, and went to the bathroom in the bedroom to wash her face.

After washing away the tear stains on her face and tidying up her messy hair, she came out of the room.

She saw Casiano standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the setting sun sprinkling on him, casting a faint golden glow on him.

Hearing the noise, he turned around, his deep melancholic peach blossom eyes scanning her dress.

"White suits you better."

Since she returned from abroad, she had been wearing red dresses, which didn't look like her at all.