Chapter 315: Chapter 315: So Embarrassing
Her figure slender and willowy, reminiscent of a soft willow bending in the breeze, every step filled with grace and allure.
The evening cool breezes dissipated some of the fuzziness in his mind but couldn’t clear the mist before his eyes, he strived to open them, yet still couldn’t recognize that shadowy figure.
The person stood still before him, the evening wind carrying the faint fragrance from their body.
Between consciousness and unconsciousness, he heard a soft sigh. A voice delicate yet somewhat flirtatious, like a voice traveling through the mountains in the early morning, "You see, without me, you always end up in a mess."
The figure leaned down, a Cold, boneless, soft hand rested on the young man’s forehead.
With great effort, Louis Snyder tried to hold the hand on his face, then opened his eyes with difficulty. At the sight of that face, he gasped, his voice turned hoarse,"Hannah."
Hannah exclaimed in surprise, her eyes curving like a crescent moon, "So, you’re still alive."
There was undisguised playful malice in her voice that made Louis’ chest tight.
However, he didn’t even have the strength to sit up; he could only stare fixedly at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, as if doing so was the only way to stay conscious.
He shook his head with great effort, but the next moment felt a powerful force pushing him back onto the bench.
His head thumped on the back of the bench and, before he blacked out, he seemed to hear a woman’s soft complaint, "If it wasn’t for... Who cares if you live or die."
He didn’t remember how he got home.
When he opened his eyes again, he was greeted by the glaring white light. It took a while for his eyes to adjust to the light, and then he saw the person sitting beside him.
She was sitting there, her soft black hair cascading over her shoulders. She was looking down at her phone, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow, a water glass and two white pills beside her.
Hannah heard the noise, put away her phone, turned her face to him, and said, "Awake? Take your medicine if you’re awake."
She handed him the water and the two white pills.
He glanced down and didn’t move, but looked up at the person in front of him, "You brought me home?"
Hannah smiled but didn’t answer.
The dazzling whiteness lent a veil-like quality to her face. Her eyes, clear as the radiant moon, contrasted with her seductive red lips exuding a beguiling charm.
This was completely different from the woman he remembered, but it made Louis’s heart skip a beat. Pale lips moved, his voice still cold, "How did you know I was there?"
He had countless questions he wanted to ask, yet he couldn’t move his gaze away from her face which held an affection even he hadn’t realized.
Hannah seemed tired, she put the water bottle back on the table, looking at the person in front of her, "Louis, you see, you’re always taking other people’s love for granted, carelessly squandering your wilfulness and wearing out their patience."
Louis tightened his grip on the blanket, fatigue prevented him from maintaining any pretense, "That was your voluntary choice."
He had never made any demands on her.
"Indeed," Hannah sighed while looking at the beautiful but weak and pale young man before her, "But even a willing heart can get tired, no one can love someone forever if they don’t love themselves."
After she finished speaking, she yawned lazily, her eyes clouding, making her look even more delicate and vulnerable.
Looking at the touch of pink in the corners of her eyes, Louis’s fingertips trembled, he lowered his eyes, his voice cool, "Sister..."
