Griffon looked down at the chat log, and then slowly raised his eyes to look at Taya. “Are you worried about me?”

His laid-back, casual voice was full of charm, as if he was deliberately bewitching her into telling him what he wanted to hear.

Taya didn’t fall for it. She simply stared at him closely, looking up and down…

His deep and clear eyes were no longer bloodshot, but they still had a faint trace of redness.

Her lipstick stained his thin lips, masking its natural shade, but there was still an abnormal paleness to his face.

When Taya saw him like that, complex emotions ebbed in her gaze....