Chapter 392: Chapter 392: The Way of Revenge
As he spoke, he looked at the red silk in Hannah’s hand as if he had found evidence. "If you really have no feelings for me as you said, why would you make me take it down?"
If she really had no feelings left, why would she have gone to the trouble of letting him see the words written on the red silk?
He did not believe it.
Hannah’s gaze fell on the man, her frosty fingertips slowly slid up the man’s chest, finally lightly lifting his chin, her red lips slightly parted, and she softly said, "Because, I want to see what the domineering boss in the novel looks like climbing a tree."
George River frowned, not understanding Hannah’s words.
"I was lying to you." Hannah shook her head and the smile at the corners of her lips faded. "Whether this peach tree can protect a marriage or not, living for a hundred years has made it sacred. Some people’s names are not worthy of hanging on it."
The blessings that the original owner had painstakingly obtained were not deserved by some people.
Love itself is not wrong, everyone has the right to reject others’ love, but you cannot exploit others’ love for you, and you cannot give others hope, only to trample them in the end.
Even using this love to take someone else’s life.
The wind blew strongly, and Hannah let go of the red silk.
Among the petals floating in the sky, the worn-out piece of red became the only vibrant color in this world, on the verge of breaking apart, it seemed like a wilted red rose.
George River did not expect Hannah to suddenly let go, his eyes full of surprise, reflecting the woman’s stunning face in front of him, as stunning as pure snow, yet the laughter in her eyes held a chill.
She spoke, her voice ethereal and soft, "George River, do you now understand what I want to do?"
George River clenched his teeth, "You are simply ——unreasonable."
Once he finished speaking, he directly let go of Hannah’s hand and chased in the direction of the worn-out red silk.
Outside the peach forest was a small stream not far away, flowing downstream. The water rushed rapidly; it was rarely visited by people.
The scenery was very good.
The dash of red, carrying an already extinct love, blending with the fragrance of the peach blossoms, finally landed on the water.
In just a moment, it carried a significant distance downstream.
George River instinctively chased after it, and it wasn’t until he felt the icy chill from his legs that he snapped back to his senses, only able to watch as the dash of red flowed downstream, completely disappearing.
It was impossible to retrieve it.
Be it things or emotions.
Who would wait for whom for a lifetime anyway?
Hannah sat on the stone bench by the river, propping her cheek with one hand, watching the man in the stream. "Are you not going to continue the chase?"
The man stood in the water, looking in the direction of the current. His clothes were soaking wet.
The stream water in the mountains was freezing cold, even in June it still held a bone-chilling coldness.
Hannah sighed, got up from the stone bench, and walked to the river bank. Her overdress grazing the soft green grass, she extended her delicate, soft hand. "Mr. River, how about I pull you up?"
George River finally reacted, looking at the hand extended towards him. His gaze falling on Hannah’s smiling face, he said sarcastically, "So, this is your way of getting revenge."
Hannah frowned and pulled back her hand, "Nonsense, I’ve thrown away something that belonged to me, I never asked you to chase after it. How is that getting revenge on you? Did I push you into the water?"
George River froze.
Yes, why did he chase after it?
Even he himself didn’t understand.
Just like an instinct, at the moment when Hannah let go, it felt as if a burning hot knife stabbed into his chest, followed by digging out a chunk.
