Chapter 67 She Is A Cripple

Knowing what she was going to do, Myra didn't say anything. She just held the arm of Darren and went to the dressing room.

Lydia held her arm from the other side and whispered in her ear, "Sister, the beauty of this dress is that when you walk, it will be swaying and looked beautiful."

"But now you are limping... well, I'd say within one or two months, you may not be able to recover? Maybe there will be some sequela left because of that. At that time, it will never be recovered!"

Being pulled by her at the arm, Myra couldn't go on for a while. She stopped and look

take his eyes off her.

"Brother Archer," said Julie, "Lydia likes this dress, she offered three times the price to buy it from her. But she refused!"

Archer's eyes were still fixed on the woman in the evening dress, whose back was to him, long hair hanging down her shoulders, and her appearance could not be seen.

He stared at the woman, feeling that the dress was suitable for her. He said casually, "There are so many clothes. Can't you select other clothes?"

Julie was not reconciled. "Look at her. She's a cripple. Why does she waste such beautiful dress?"