"I just grabbed anything, this dress is okay, right?" Lin Da handed over the yellow dress.
Monica nodded, covering herself with the blanket, "Lord, please don't stare at me..."
The daylight was bright, and Monica was a little uncomfortable.
Lin Da showed understanding and went to the bathroom to wash up first.
Soon, he saw Monica clinging to the wall, limping over.
The Healing Art could only slightly stop the bleeding and restore the thickness of the Life Barrier; it couldn't fully heal injuries.
A wave of guilt washed over Lin Da as he helped Monica finish washing up. Holding Monica's small hand, he led her downstairs to the living room.
Both of their expressions were awkward.
Not to mention Monica, who hid beside Lin Da like a little schoolgirl who had made a mistake. As Lin Da descended the smooth black wooden staircase, the closer he got to the bottom, the more he could feel the oppressive atmosphere like a storm brewing.
