His long eyelashes were slightly drooped, hiding his disappointment, and his voice was calm, "If possible, I hope to make friends with Miss Isla."
It was really difficult for her to refuse him when facing the face in front of her.
He helped her a few times, but she couldn't always say clearly, "Oh, I don't want to be friends with you." She cannot do such a stingy thing.
But she nodded, "Okay."
He said calmly, "Then can I call you Isla from now on?"
Since they were friends, she felt that this was the right thing to do. She said without hesitation, "Okay."
"Welcome and reciprocate with courtesy. You can also call me by my name."
"OK."
He smiled, and the cold mysterious look in his eyes seemed to melt away in that second, turning into a gentle light.
