Chapter 1181: Chapter 1181: Expressing One’s Feelings
Hannah shook her head, walked downstairs, and placed the bouquet of flowers on the table. "It’s not picked by me. When I opened the door this morning, I saw it at my doorstep."
Lucy Taylor picked up the bouquet to examine it.
There was no card or note, only a faint scent of flowers which was quite pleasant.
Just then, the landlady turned around, her gaze falling on the bouquet. "These flowers bloom all year round on our mountain behind. They are pretty, but they are a bit of a hassle to pick."
The small town was nestled among mountains and waterways. Before the place opened up, the locals mainly lived off the mountain, barely maintaining a living by gathering herbs and hunting.
But now things are better, and very few people go up the mountain anymore.
The paths on the mountain are rough and not particularly valuable for development, which makes them even less frequented.
Touching her chin, Lucy Taylor pondered seriously, "Could it be from that fan who showed up uninvited?"
Hannah looked at her, puzzled. "What fan who showed up uninvited?"
Lucy Taylor shared her speculation, "That man from last night, I suspect he is a fan who showed up uninvited."
It wasn’t strange for her to be suspicious; after all, such things happened too often.
The landlady came over, picked up the wildflowers Lucy Taylor had cast aside, and looked at them from different angles. "I thought only people from our time would secretly send flowers to express their feelings."
In a low voice, Lucy said, "What expression of feelings, it’s just a fan who showed up uninvited."
Hannah sat on the chair, raised her head to look at the landlady standing in front of her, her eyes catching the sunlight from the window, warm and bright. With a smile in her voice, she asked, "Have you lived here for many years, landlady?"
"Quite a few years," the landlady said as she sat down beside her. She hadn’t worn her cheongsam today, but her charm was still present. "By my count, it’s almost twenty years."
She was thirty-nine this year and well-maintained, looking to be only around thirty or so in age.
But up to now, she had given most of her time to this small town.
The landlady was a woman with stories in her eyes, a touch of time-worn experience shining through as if she had been through mountains and seas, the myriad affairs of life, to finally settle in a tranquil peace.
She looked at Hannah and felt like she was seeing a reflection of herself in her younger days. She felt a special connection, though it didn’t mean anything more than that.
The three women chatted idly, just when George Quach and the other regular guests of the variety show came downstairs.
George Quach hadn’t brought many people with him for the variety show this time.
Hannah had arrived late last night so only now did she formally meet everyone else.
George Quach had a good eye for people; the guests he had invited were easy to get along with. They were the type of social butterflies who could chat all day with the elderly women at the village entrance without any air of pretension.
Among the male guests was one named Jacob Brown, the oldest and most experienced at forty-two, well-kept and with a warm, friendly smile when he laughed.
He was the first to come up and start talking with Hannah.
But as they talked, his gaze would drift towards the landlady, and soon enough, the topic would shift to her.
The two of them seemed to enjoy their conversation.
Lucy Taylor quickly stepped forward to pull Hannah aside, explaining, "Mr. Brown saw the landlady when he first came here and claimed it was love at first sight after being single for forty-two years."
To tell the truth, the two did seem quite a match, but anyone could see that the landlady had no interest in Jacob Brown. Even if she responded, it was merely out of politeness.
