Chapter 330 Am I Being Used As A Pawn To Hurt Her?
- It was likely past eleven o'clock when they disembarked from the bus and strolled around.
- Darius Leynthall felt thirsty, so he purchased a soda from the convenience store.
- Clad in a jacket, he had his hands in his pockets, casually draping the jacket behind him, revealing his grey shirt.