C183 Spectator

Bai Lian looked at the dragon door, he elegantly sat there, shaking the goblet in front of him.

Not a word, not a look.

"I'm sorry," he said, after a moment's hesitation.

He picked up the bottle of red wine and took a sip.

She took another step closer and lowered her head. "I'm sorry. It was my fault."

The Dragon Gate didn't respond. They didn't even look at her, as if she didn't even exist