Irvin didn't answer immediately. He looked at me, and his eyes were a little deep with emotions, "Do we have to choose black? It's such a dark and spiritless color."
I was dumbfounded. For me, black was just another color. I never thought Irvin would see it as a lifeless color.
I sighed and compromised, "Fine, I'll pick another one." Then, I swept my eyes around the walk-in closet and found a midnight blue dress. Although it wasn't exactly a bright color, it looked comfortable.
I took the dress off the hanger and glanced at Irvin for his opinion. Looking at me, he seemed a little happier with my choice this time, and he nodded, "Go ahead."
After coming out of the changing room, I saw that he was waiting for me with a white mink coat in his hand. He had swapped out the black coat as well. Handing it to me, he said, "Put this on."
Surprised, I took it and put it on as I was told before wearing the black Martin shoe.
Irvin looked satisfied, nodding with admiration, "Gorgeous. Maybe you should
also put on some light makeup?"
For the first time, I realized that Irvin seemed to have a very good sense of fashion.
I hadn't been taking care of myself for the past few weeks. If I went out as in the state I was in, my gaunt look would frighten passersby.
Therefore, I nodded in agreement with Irvin and put on a light makeup before leaving the house with him.
The last time I was in Jarold City felt like a lifetime ago. But I was only away for a little more than a month, and nothing much had changed. There were still many vehicles on the road, the streets were still covered in fallen leaves. However, since it was already late autumn, people had put on their thicker coats. The sanitation workers were also more diligent when they raked the leaves as they were always dry leaves on the ground.
"What do you want to eat later?" Keeping his eyes on the road, Irvin asked for my opinion.
I tilted my head and thought for a moment. Then, I shrugged, "I feel like having dessert."
He smiled, "I'm talking about the main course."
"Didn't we just eat?" We had lunch at noon.
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