Chapter 1799 Who Will You Choose

Dalton stood under the tree and watched Wynter and "Logan" in the distant pavilion, but he didn't approach them. His identity made him unsuited for mingling with others. Moreover, regardless of the sect, everyone knew he was the boy toy Wynter had brought back from the Wretched Ground. Compared to these noble scions, he was worthless. To put it bluntly, he was just a servant who attended to her. Dalton smiled faintly, a hint of mockery in his expression and his dark eyes cold. Yet, he made no move. Wynter, dressed in snow-white robes, sat across from "Logan", who was dressed like a noble. Her eyes curved as she smiled when she poured tea for him with her delicate hands. Dalton didn't know what Wynter had said to make "Logan" blush, his gaze soft and tender. The spring breeze carried the scent of peach blossoms, but to Dalton, it felt overwhelmingly pungent. He looked down at the fruit he had picked for her earlier. Now, it just tasted bitter, the astringency seeming to spread