The figure swayed.
The light and shadow in Griffin's vision are always mottled and ambiguous. He seems unable to bask in the sun, and he hates the sun because the sun makes his blond hair more dazzling, making him stand out in the crowd, and thus he is pushed and alienated.
"B@st@ard."
The fan covered the lady's cheek, and the eyes hidden behind the fan seemed to be looking at something unclean.
"Neither Stoke nor the elves want him." The gentleman held up his glass, "He is a poor creature caught in the middle. His mixed bloodline makes things difficult for both sides."
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