A night had passed, and when Qiao Yin woke up from her dreams, it was already broad daylight outside.
The weather was great today, with brilliant sunshine and a clear sky.
The man beside her was gone, and a set of new clothes was laid out on the sofa next to the bed, clearly prepared by Lu Lingche for her again.
Qiao Yin stretched lazily, got out of bed, put on the new clothes, and went to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth, making herself clean and fresh, and then she went downstairs.
As soon as she went downstairs, she was stunned. In the living room, there were two rows of racks filled with various kinds of dresses—luxurious ones, low-key ones, intricate ones, simple ones, all types were present.
Lu Lingche was standing next to a clothes rack, holding a white dress in his hand. When he saw her coming down, he walked over, handed her the dress, and said, "This one is similar to what you wore yesterday; consider it compensation from me."
