The streetlights from the courtyard to the gate were hazy.
Elizabeth stood in front of the French window, staring at James all the way to the gate.
Outside the gate stood a woman. Because of the light, she couldn't see her appearance clearly, but it could be seen that she was wearing a white long dress, with her long hair softly scattered.
Elizabeth pursed her lips and unconsciously clenched her fists. She was so nervous that her heart seemed to be gripped tightly by someone.
"It's so late... Who's going to find James?"
Such a situation had never happened before.
To be honest, when James proposed to let her go with him, she had thought about agreeing, but she was a little nervous, so she refused.