He used to dream of her walking through the corridor.
Now, no matter how hard he tries to sleep, his dreams are blank.
Ethan Sinclair didn't notice his gloom at all and put on gloves, excitedly examining the dress back and forth.
He mumbled while gesturing, "Isn't this waistline just too perfect? The Female Master wearing this will definitely stun everyone."
He remembered something and grinned.
"Last time she wore a red dress to a press conference, I almost stared blankly. Even the cameras followed her for ten minutes."
"I never really noticed before, but our Female Master is actually quite charming, the more you look, the more intriguing she gets, her features are so delicately crafted like those in a master's painting. Not like some Female Masters from prestigious families, who, despite their noble birth, look rather ordinary and can't carry that kind of aura."
He paused, glancing around.
Ensuring no one was around, he lowered his voice.
