C421 To Him It's Useless

It's a woman, squatting by a tree, with her arms wrapped around herself and her head lowered, long black satin flowing down her back.

Owen Cox could not see her face clearly, but he found that her shoulders were slightly trembling.

Owen Cox carefully stared at her for a long time. His eyes were as cold as the night sky.

He didn't say a word, but turned around and was about to leave