It was quite cold now, and even though Grayson Kou was wearing a long coat, he still felt like he was being blown through when standing at the entrance of an alley, where the old north wind was blowing hard.
But Sawyer Huo was still sitting on the iron chair in a daze, neither speaking nor moving.
She seemed to have stopped crying, but the corners of her eyes were always moist, and from time to time a tiny bit of light would slide down to her chin.
He didn't speak, and Grayson Kou couldn't find anything to say. He just stood like this for several minutes.
Sawyer Huo wore less clothes than him and was probably already exposed by now, but Grayson Kou didn't dare to say anything.
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