Back in the morning, Emma answered the officer's questions. Emma sat in front of the mirror and stroked her cool chest to Lisa to find a bow to adorn her neck. Emma chose a dark green dress without overly complicated lace decorations today, and Lisa took an apple green bow to match. As soon as she saw the bow she was holding, Emma's eyes froze on it, her eyes gradually turned red, and she reached out and gently stroked the bow. Yes, I am a person with a story, and this bow is also a bow with a story, come and ask me = ̄w ̄=

"Miss, are you alright?" "Sentimental noble lady, like a weak lily. Lisa pursed her lips inwardly. She is very respectful to Emma because Emma holds her handle, but she is not afraid of Emma. Although she was frightened by the ghostly Emma in the dim candlelight, she thought about it later, if Emma was really so shrewd, why hadn't she noticed the movements of Clarke, Lena, Mrs. Charlie, and the others?

Emma looked up at the window at a 15-degree angle and reminisced. "Four years ago in London, I went out to pick up accessories," she stroked her bow, "apple green was in vogue that year." On the way back, it was raining heavily, and the carriage suddenly broke down and I had to walk, so I returned to my residence and began to have a fever. If it weren't for Lena running out in the rain to get a doctor for me, I might have had pneumonia. Because of the timely treatment, I was fine, but Lena herself fell ill. Of course, she made it up, and she was a champion of impromptu speech in college