These words stirred a reaction in Iris Mitchell, as she looked at Lyra Smith and slightly adjusted her sitting position: "If I said yes, would you believe me?"
Lyra chuckled lightly: "I'd believe you, of course, you're not foolish enough to be easily influenced by others. There must be someone behind you who can protect you and who's instigating you, right?"
Iris's lips curled up at one corner, and her previously calm and composed gaze suddenly became provocative, as she challenged Lyra: "You're overthinking it. I'm not that capable unlike you, who can lean on a big tree for shade. I'm really envious."
Before Lyra could say anything else,
Iris raised her voice a little: "Lyra, I've envied you since I was young. I wanted to outdo you, and later on, I indeed surpassed you in many ways. However, I am not as likable as you. Have you ever heard that jealousy can change a person's looks? I must be the living example of that."
This self-mocking method left Lyra at a loss for words.
