Chapter 46 - Clothes
This was her personality.
The tip of the pen turned, and with a few strokes, she had drawn an outline. Her swift strokes formed some male features on the white paper in an instant. A few thick lines formed a characteristic male face, thin lips, and sleek, long eyes that held magnificence. After a few more strokes from her hands, his features became 80% similar to him.
She turned a few pages forward. They were all him—all the pages had him.
The angry him, the cruel him, the cold him, and now, the peaceful him.
But none of her drawings had a smiling one or even a friendly one.
She hugged the sketchbook tightly to her chest. The sunlight seeped through the windows and sprayed onto her.
If only they could stop fighting for a few days more.
She subconsciously laid her fingertips on the back of her hand. If this continued, will her love eventually end up like her soul?
Lost in the end.
The house still smelled like him; faintly of tobacco and his aftershave. She lowered her head, her lips lifting into a smile unwittingly, holding a trace of simple satisfaction. It was heartbreaking.
Chu Lui was a man of his words. An hour later, the clothes were really sent over.
Xia Ruoxin sat by the bed, staring dejectedly at the clothes in the box. They were pretty, but they didn’t suit her. The clock on the wall read 7:35 pm, and he would be reaching soon.
She bit her lips softly, took the clothes and took off the cotton shirt she had washed countless times. She changed into the exorbitant evening gown.
She looked at herself in the mirror, wanting to hide herself away. She had never worn something so revealing. Under the subtle hemline of the dress were two slim, long legs. If she was not careful, she could easily expose herself.
And her back, almost her entire back was revealed, making her feel embarrassed and humiliated. Did he really wanted her to go wearing such dress?
She let her hair down, and it reached her waist, covering her naked back. She turned around. The clock on the wall was at eight o’clock sharp. Familiar footsteps sounded from the door.
The man opened the door, staring at her blandly, eyes flashing briefly with something she could not catch, but she knew it wasn’t that of a pleasant surprise.
“Let’s go,” he softly said. He occasionally glanced at her legs that peeped out from her lace skirt. His mind was occupied with something else.
“Chu Lui, I…” Xia Ruoxin placed her hand on her chest. Her conservative self felt as if she was not wearing anything, making her feel extremely embarrassed.
“What’s wrong?” Chu Lui looked down at the watch on his wrist. “We don’t have much time. If there’s anything else, hurry up.”
He did not seem like he was in a hurry, but it was a command not to be defied. His time was precious, so it was better not to let him wait too long.
“No, it’s nothing.” Xia Ruoxin opened and closed her mouth, but said nothing in the end. Walking behind Chu Lui, her eyes gleamed with a dull sorrow. She actually wanted to ask if she could not wear the dress. Because clothes like such made her feel like those hooker girls dancing at the club.