No one had ever dared to comnt on her dressing sense and yet here he was telling her she had a depressing dressing sense. It was indirectly his way of telling her that she was depressed and it showed in the way she presented herself. It didn’t matter even if her dark clothing senses gave off a mysterious charm. It really couldn’t hide her feelings.
The reason why she started wearing black was very different but now... It could be said that she really was depressed or perhaps, just wanted to hide her own dark soul behind her dark clothes. People have a misconception about depression. They think depression ans being sad, crying all alone or dressing in black clothes.
What they don’t realize is that being depressed actually is nothing like that. Being depressed ans feeling numb... To every single emotion.
Coming back to her own apartnt, she went straight to her closet and as she walked in, all that ca before her; was black shirts, black pants, black jeans, black cargo pants. Any variation in there would be a slight grey colored clothing which was actually nothing worth ntioning.
But as she turned to look around, she saw rows of shoes neatly aligned in racks. There were glass racks with an even bigger collection of watches that looked beautiful to her. She might not be a fan of wearing watches but she certainly loved to collect them. But today, her closet looked bland to her. She had the urge to bang her head against the wall.
She spent barely fifteen minutes in her closet and yet this could be a record-breaking mont for her. She had never taken this long to choose her clothes before. Ever!
Scratching the tip of her nose she walked out of there and suddenly the thought of Xiao Zhi Ren’s nose against hers penetrated through her mind. She imdiately dropped her hand and looked for her cellphone. Stupid flirt! He is getting to my head.
The first person that she called was... "Wu Dishi, I have to go sowhere tomorrow. Get so new clothes."
"Should I get a formal suit for you, master?" His answer made her already spoiled mood much worse.
"Just forget it!" She directly hung up the phone. Why was it that this wanker always brought formal suits for her to wear? She might dressed depressingly but at least she wasn’t dressed like a middle-aged man like him! He was infuriating sotis.
She scrolled through her contacts but couldn’t decide who to call.
"Raven, who loves to shop?" She suddenly decided to consult her own virtual assistant.
"Girls do." Raven’s answer was generic but it still made Ru’s eyes flash with an idea.
In her circle, there were barely any girls. But she decided to try her luck. She dialed the number at the top of her list and as the other person picked up, she shot out her question, "Adia, get your arse out of bed and find so clothes."
"Clothes?" She looked at the clock to see it was almost midnight and continued, "Right now?"
"Why? You can’t?" Ru’s calm tone scared her so much that she imdiately jumped out of bed.
"I am right at your service, master. But... What kind of clothes are we talking about here? I an, what’s the occasion?" Adia questioned gingerly while putting on her shoes.
"Why are you asking ? If I had the slightest clue would I be calling you?"
Adia was speechless. How was she supposed to know what her eccentric master was looking for? It was really a talent to understand Ru. "Then... Are you dressing to impress?"
Ru furrowed her brows as she thought and said, "Nope. I’m gonna dress to depress." An evil smile made its way on her face. And while Adia was trying to comprehend her words, Ru added, "Choose sothing so impeccable that it makes others depress to see this lord’s handsoness."
Adia’s lips twitched while she rolled her eyes. "I will certainly make you look so good that people will hate themselves." And it won’t take much. If your gorgeous face doesn’t work, your deadly eyes have their own charm. She kept her thoughts to herself though to not let her already self-obsessed master feel even more conceited.
"That sounds better," Ru answered cheerfully.
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