Chapter 319

Lila's chest tightened instinctively, her eyes darkening as a hint of gloom settled deep within her. She stepped outside, and the man kneeling by the gate seemed to sense her presence. As the door opened, he looked up, his gaze meeting hers. She slowly clenched her fist. The autumn rain from last night had left the air cold and damp. Pierre had been kneeling all night. His clothes were soaked, sticking to him in a cold, clammy embrace. He was both hungry and freezing, and with the injuries he had sustained, his face looked deathly pale. He had always had a cold, unsettling appearance, but now, in this state, he looked almost like a corpse. Lila walked closer, stopping about two meters away and separated from him by the gate. They were around three to four meters apart. "Lila, I was wrong." His voice was dry, his words scraping out like sandpaper. Lila almost laughed. "You actually think you were wrong?" He sneered, "I was wrong. I should have said less and just played you in