"Third Sister, do you want me to ask him?" Damon asked again, his tone deliberately casual.
"You can do whatever you want," Elara replied calmly, her posture dignified.
"You're no longer a child. You don't need to ask me about everything."
"Okay then," Damon nodded seriously.
"I won't ask."
He folded his arms and looked ahead, deliberately ignoring the sudden stiffness in Elara's shoulders. From the corner of his eye, however, he watched her closely.
The moment his words fell—
Elara's expression changed.
Her fingers clenched unconsciously, her nails digging into her palms. She had been waiting. Waiting for him to ask. Waiting to hear the answer.
And now he stopped?
That infuriating brat.
Her eyes sharpened instantly, turning cold as blades.
"You little—" Elara hissed through clenched teeth. "Hurry up."
"Sister, what did you say?" Damon tilted his head innocently.
"I didn't hear anything. Why are you glaring at me like that?"
