Chapter 1290: Chapter 1290: It’s Already Over
She hurriedly left after saying goodbye to everyone.
The director was in a good mood today, so he didn’t plan to keep anyone for a lecture, but he did talk a bit more with Hannah.
By the time he finished speaking, the sky had completely darkened.
The filming location was somewhat remote, and now as she looked up, even the buildings in the distant city seemed blurred.
The ferris wheel of a nearby amusement park, however, appeared unusually clear.
The colorful lights reflected off the distant mountains shrouded in mist, where silence coexisted with the bustling scene.
After having dinner with the crew, Hannah, her assistant Lowe, and a few other actors walked back together.
When Lowe had first joined, he was a very shy boy, his shyness around Hannah was not unlike that of the male lead in this movie now.
But having been around for a while now, Lowe had become much more outgoing, easily making conversation with anyone in the crew, truly a social butterfly.
At this time, there weren’t many pedestrians on the road, but there were quite a few private cars parked along the side.
The area was mostly residential, usually quiet, with everyone shutting their doors and living their lives.
Hannah’s place was at the very end, just a few steps away from everyone else.
After saying goodbye to everyone and reaching the door, she lowered her head to find her keys, when suddenly someone behind her spoke, "Hannah Winter."
She pretended not to hear and took out her keys to open the door.
"Hannah Winter."
The person called out again, probably having exited from a car.
Seeing a shadow cast on the ground, Hannah sighed somewhat helplessly, turned around, and looked up at the man in front of her, "Is there something you need, Mr. River?"
A light rain had fallen at night, and the cold wind carried a fresh scent of grass and a faint smell of tobacco.
The cigarette burned down a bit, tiny sparks burning at his fingertips.
Pain slowly spread out, but it couldn’t overcome the coldness that the chilly wind brought on one’s body.
It was like falling into an ice cellar, each second an agony.
Seeing her slightly furrowed brows, George River extinguished the cigarette at his fingertips, "Sorry."
Hannah shook her head, "Did you come to see me for something?"
Despite having tidied up a bit, the man’s exhaustion and decay were still unmistakable, as if a once proud person had been broken by life.
He seemed to have been waiting here for a long time.
George River opened his mouth, but the words seemed to stick in his throat, painfully grinding, "Hannah, there’s no possibility between us anymore, right?"
Each word weighed like a thousand pounds.
The night blurred the man’s slightly reddened eyes.
The once proud man now lowered his head in this moment.
Hannah just quietly watched him, her eyes calm like the surface of a lake.
Clear to the bottom.
Too clean.
So clean that one could see their most wretched self in her eyes.
Such eyes, devoid of any emotion.
"George River, from the beginning, it was over between us."
A gentle, soft phrase, seemingly carrying an almost inaudible sigh, the wind blew it all into George River’s ears.
Heartless and cold, freezing one’s senses.
The warm yellow streetlight blurred everything in the scene, only her smile remained vivid, radiant like spring blossoms, bright as the autumn moon, as if seen through a thin veil of gauze.
All matched with the scenes in the dream.
She said, "George River, I don’t love you."
No, it’s not like that.
"Hannah Winter, from the beginning, were you just taking revenge on me?"
