Taya was still huddled in the corner, motionless. Seeing him come in with some clothes, her eyelashes trembled slightly
Griffon glanced at her, but he didn’t dare to go up to her. He just put the clothes on the sofa beside her.
She watched his cold and arrogant figure leave before she looked away and glanced at the dress.
She lifted the quilt, picked up the dress and put it on. She went
to the bathroom and washed her face.
After washing off the tears on her face, she tidied up her messy hair before coming out of the room.
She saw Griffon standing in front of the French window. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, making him glow with a faint golden light.
When he heard the movement behind him, he turned around,
and looked at her dress with deep, sad eyes.
“White
