Chapter 1183: Chapter 1183: Close to the Heart
Only when he saw her did he come alive again.
This man was despicable and disgusting, like a crow that hides in the dark, peering at people, fearful of sunlight.
But what of it? He liked her.
They had once relied on each other to get through the most difficult of times; they were meant to be together.
He was not like Jackie Qualls.
Hypocritical and cowardly; he liked her but didn’t dare to step forward, lacking even the courage to face an opponent head-on.
What did it matter if he had won the Best Actor award, if everyone adored and cherished him, when he still couldn’t win over the person he loved?
The sun tilted westward, but before it could set, it was obscured by thick clouds.
The continuous, fine rain began to fall, like silver needles threaded with fine lines, casting a thin veil over the picturesque Jiangnan, with vapor rising from the ground, blurring the line between heaven and earth with a breathtaking haze.
George Quach came quickly with an umbrella and stood over Hannah’s head, "It’s raining, let’s go back first."
Hannah nodded her head, placed the flowers she held onto a stone, and left with everyone else.
As soon as the people left, the riverside was immediately deserted; everyone ran towards the town, seeking shelter under eaves, looking up at the sudden gentle downpour.
The rainfall was not heavy, sprinkling down like fine grains of salt, covering Louis Snyder’s head.
He bent down to pick up the rose that had been left on the stone; the petals were limp from the rainwater, losing their earlier vivacity. But he still pressed the rose close to his heart,
Tears wet his eyelashes, as if they existed only for a second, before vanishing in an instant.
The rain went on and off for several days.
Fortunately, it only rained at night, with clear and sunny weather during the day.
The shooting was originally scheduled to last three days.
After three days, Hannah was set to leave the following morning. The crew’s work also entered the final stages, probably departing only a few days after Hannah.
As evening fell, the landlady arranged for the kitchen to prepare a large table of meals to treat the cast and crew.
When the people gathered, laughter and chatter quickly filled the entire inn’s hall.
The landlady didn’t eat much, just sat on the side drinking.
Jacob Brown, eager to please, kept pouring wine for the landlady, who didn’t stop him and occasionally exchanged a few jokes, maintaining a harmonious atmosphere.
As the dishes were nearly finished, conversation reached its liveliest.
Hannah excused herself to George, got an umbrella from the landlady, and walked out the door.
Lucy Taylor glanced curiously, wanting to follow, but was pulled back by someone next to her wanting to gossip.
It was the latest scoop; it tickled her curiosity, so she sat down instead.
The night was dense, and the heavy clouds of the daytime were tinged with a dark red at the horizon, creating a sense of oppression.
Holding the oil-paper umbrella she borrowed from the landlady, Hannah walked eastward.
There were hardly any pedestrians on the road, and the houses to the east were mostly single-story, with plots of land on either side neatly planted with vegetables and green onions.
Reaching the overhang, Hannah closed the umbrella and knocked lightly on the door.
There was a light inside the door.
Soon, the door opened.
Mrs. Li, not wearing glasses, squinted for a good while before she recognized who stood at the door, "Oh, it’s you, young lady. What brings you to see old Li this late at night?"
Hannah placed the umbrella by the door and bent slightly, her voice tinged with a laugh, warm and comforting in the cold wind, "Old Li, I’ve come for a fortune-telling."
Upon hearing these words, Mrs. Li was beaming with joy and quickly ushered Hannah into the house.
In her two months in the profession, this was the first time someone had actively sought her out for a fortune-telling.
