Sunny’s POV

“Don’t cry in front of me, okay? I don’t want to see such ugly view.” Damon said to me as soon as we sat down on a bench at the playground next to the convenience store where he bought two ice creams in popsicle sticks.

I took the ice cream from him, “As if I would actually allow you to see me crying.”

“Then that’s good. I don’t want to see your ugly cry anyway.”

“Do you really love my sister?” I looked at him.

He was surprised by my sudden question and looked at me with wrinkled brows. “What?”

“Why don’t you seem to be hurt about...