Charles Mcintosh continued, "It's my first time buying a dress, I don't know much about it. If the size isn't right, tell me and I'll go buy another one."
His deep, magnetic voice filled the entire hospital ward as it spread through the air.
His entire body was in pain, and every word he spoke required a great deal of effort.
Lilac Serval, however, responded with a cold, indifferent laugh.
"Just saying it casually, how could this white dress suit me? Brother Mcintosh should give it to some other girl, don't waste it," Lilac Serval hung up the phone mercilessly.
The white dress truly no longer suited her.
She was no longer young, nor was she innocent.
"Didn't you used to love white dresses?" Charles Mcintosh chuckled softly.
"The Lilac Serval you see now isn't the Lilac Serval you knew. The present me smokes and drinks. Did the past me do that?" she scoffed, "Actually, I like the current Lilac Serval much more, much freer than before."
"Little Lilac..."
