Before Archer could figure out the reason, the touch on his arm suddenly disappeared, and then he heard his sister's panicked voice - "Ah, why did your skirt fall to the floor!"
The attention of the girl who was still confessing to him affectionately had already shifted. She bent down to pick up the fairy skirt that fell on the ground, then raised her hand to brush the skirt carefully, her beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her eyes were full of heartache.
Archer felt it was strange, but he couldn't say why it was strange.
Looking at his sister whose attention was distracted, he narrowed his eyes and his face darkened slightly, "The fairy skirt will not be stained by the dust of the world."
She hasn't waited for her answer yet, how could she be distracted by other things?
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