Dawn Sutherland looked at Daisy Grant's bitter smile, his throat moved slightly, and an ache of pity stirred in his heart. He spoke softly to comfort her: "If he doesn't love you, he's blind."
Daisy Grant glanced at him, her pupils constricted, "Brother, I've always thought of myself as someone who hates using tricks and scheming, but I've manipulated him..."
"What did you manipulate him for?" Dawn Sutherland asked, looking at Daisy Grant.
Daisy Grant met Dawn's gaze, instinctively avoided it, and gripped her milk tea tighter bit by bit without replying.
Dawn Sutherland watched as Daisy Grant's cup of milk tea became slightly deformed in her grip, his eyebrows moved a bit, "Can't you tell me, brother?"
