Aside from that, there were riding outfits, motorcycle gear, masks and outfits for a costume party.
...
The small room was filled with different kinds of items.
"Miss, this..."
Aunt Feng stood at the door, looking helpless.
Kris Cooper had previously instructed that the things in this room must not be shown to her, and now what should she do?
Her gaze swept across everything in the room, and Vera Wave's eyes naturally fell back on that white princess dress, as if guided by some invisible force, she walked over and gently touched the dress fabric with her fingers.
Suddenly, a voice flashed through her mind.
"...How interesting, I'm Vera Wave, together it forms a phrase!"
It was her voice, as if she was talking with someone.
A phrase?
A phrase!
She closed her eyes, thinking, and suddenly there was a spark of realization in her mind.
Her black and white eyes snapped open, and Vera called out in surprise.
"It's Kris Cooper, Kris Cooper and Vera Wave... South Dream!"
