The woman's eyes were clear, carrying a hint of determined encouragement.
Cole Hawke looked at her for two seconds, amused and annoyed.
"Elly, knowing I'm mentally fragile right now, do you have to be so hurtful? If you want to encourage me, just encourage me properly. Why add that I can't compare to cousin? Do you have to be so good at hitting where it hurts?"
"Ha, senior, don't be mad, I'm just not good at lying, you know?"
Elara Don chuckled lightly, her almond-shaped eyes blinking.
Cole Hawke eyed her with begrudging laughter, "Is it that you're not good at lying, or you just don't want to comfort people? If your cousin were standing in front of you, I doubt you'd be hitting where it hurts so casually."
"Haha, senior, you're so good at understanding people, I say you're definitely better than Gavin Miles and the like."
Elara Don timely flattered him.
"Cut it out, I'm telling you, I'm in a terrible mood right now."
