Chapter 1158: Chapter 1158: Impossible
"Sister, I won’t bother you anymore in the future. I will learn how to grow up and learn to be a person with responsibilities."
Then, I’ll bring you back to my side.
He withdrew his hand, his eyes probably shimmering with tears.
For a long time, it wasn’t until the night wind had blown the small yellow flowers off the ground and into the grass, disappearing without a trace, that he heard Hannah’s voice again.
It was soft, like velvet.
"Louis, what you choose to do is your freedom. In the past, you always blamed others for meddling in your life, for intervening in your matters..." she lifted her skirt, turned around, her voice drifting under the empty night sky, "but from now on, no one will love you anymore."
No one else will accompany you.
And no one will offer you their sincere heart without reservation.
That person who had eyes only for you, who was willing to do good for you... once lost, is lost forever.
Hannah Winter met Louis Snyder when she was eighteen, at the most beautiful age for a girl.
She might have been timid, introverted, and held all the most beautiful illusions about love.
Like a traveler lost in the desert, clutching her heart but with nowhere to rest it.
Whenever she encountered someone who showed her a shred of kindness, no matter how slight, she would offer her heart carefully and humbly, yet with hope.
Hannah Winter had once entrusted her beautiful illusions of love to George River and Jackie Qualls, at most criticizing her for being overambitious or for wishful thinking.
The former was a monetary transaction, the latter was emotional and physical reliance.
But as for Louis, she had never thought to ask anything of him, only offering him everything she could give without stopping.
Louis stood there for a long time, his head hung, staring fixedly at the tiny yellow flowers scattered on the ground.
It’s not true, someone will love him.
It’s not true.
He looked up, at the direction Hannah had left, a smile appearing on his lips.
*
The wind blew for a while, knocking the withered yellow leaves off the branches, autumn chill in the air, a pile of yellow flowers scattered on the ground with a warm glow on the hem of Hannah’s skirt, as if it was coated with a layer of golden gossamer.
The end of the month is approaching, and the weather turns colder quickly.
Rosa still hasn’t returned.
Hannah lifted her skirt, looking up at the lights lit not far away.
The night lights were somewhat dazzling.
Some people were clinking their glasses, while others were arriving with their partners.
The music was soft and melodious, like a gently flowing stream, and people were swaying to the rhythm, slowly getting intoxicated by the night.
After pausing for a moment, Hannah stepped towards another direction.
The Yarn Family’s garden was well-maintained, with neatly trimmed lawns, and here and there were a few unnamed small flowers blooming in corners.
There were red ones, yellow ones, and pink ones.
Blooming freely and naturally.
Hannah walked towards the deeper part of the night; the streetlights dimmed, and only by the distanced brightness could she faintly discern the path.
A few rubies on her dress sparkled, her steps light as if she were a witch walking through a forest, an innocent face, yet her eyes condensed with the darkness of the night.
From a distance, she stopped and gazed at the two people standing not far away.
Face to face, Jimmy Simmons clenched his fist, his eyes filled with more mockery than mirth, "You better remember your own words."
Arnold Simmons kept his usual indifferent demeanor, his eyes dark with the black of the night, profound and distant, his words casual and nonchalant, "The Simmons Clan is what that person left for you, whether good or bad, it has nothing to do with me."
After he spoke, the person under the tree had already started waving to him.
Pale white wrists, bright and beautiful eyes.
