Daisy Grant was dressed in a skirt. As she approached the car where Dawn Sutherland stood, a handmade suit with a faint scent of men's cologne was draped over her shoulders.
Daisy couldn't help but show a warm smile, leaning against the car hood, slightly tilting her head to look at the person standing next to her in the same position. "Second Brother, being at the Sutherland Family tonight, did that make you unhappy?"
Dawn took a draw from his cigarette and exhaled a swirl of smoke, his expression becoming deep and inscrutable. He paused for a moment, then replied lightly, "No worries, I'm used to it."
Watching his smoking gestures and hearing his light words, Daisy felt a twinge of pain in her heart. She pressed her lips together, then spoke in a light-hearted tone with a teasing note: "Second Brother, if you keep smoking, I'll take photos of you smoking and show them to your future girlfriend, telling her you love smoking so she won't marry you."
