Chapter 577: Chapter 577: Will You Join?
Hannah raises her eyebrows lightly, her voice slow, "Ray Lee, do you want a prop?"
Ray Lee is vigilant, "What do you mean?"
The girl laughs without answering.
*
Before the second round of "slaughter" began, Louis Snyder ran into Hannah, who was alone.
He took the initiative to suggest, "Shall we team up?"
Hannah glances behind him.
Louis catches on, his smile gentle, "It’s just me, sister."
Together they walk towards the deepest part of the hospital, passing through a courtyard, in which stands a huge banyan tree that seems to have been there for many years.
Hannah looks up at the dense leaves of the tree.
Louis stands behind her, looking down at her delicate porcelain-white face.
Even after several escapes, Hannah’s face shows no distress, just a hint of blush on her cheeks.
As she lifts her head, the crescent moon in the night sky is reflected in her eyes, looking incredibly soft and gentle, as if they were back to when they first met.
He looks up at the girl by the shore.
Moonlight is also reflected in the girl’s eyes, pure and immaculate, no different from the moonlight, yet it makes him feel his own filth and darkness.
They stand at a dead angle of the camera, no one will know what they’re doing here.
Louis let out a sigh, reaching out to hold the girl’s hand hanging by her side.
Before touching it, he can already feel the warmth.
A warmth one could get attached to.
He wants to grasp it, but Hannah suddenly turns around.
The reaching hand stiffens in mid-air, finally falls helplessly, and softly calls out, "Hannah, what I wanted to say in the secret room just now was..."
"It’s not important." Hannah interrupts the boy in front of her, a shallow smile on her face, like a pale flower petal falling on the surface of the water, causing a slight ripple.
Of course, she knows what this black lotus wants to say.
But ... she doesn’t want to hear it.
Such a familiar scene.
Just as he had once grown tired of the girl’s incessant chattering in his ear.
Now ... he wants to hear it, but it seems as if he never will.
A hint of bitterness suddenly added to the boy’s smile, like a sweet candy, when bitten into, turns out to be sour.
"You seem to get along well with Hayes Edwards." He opens his mouth seemingly casually, but his gaze couldn’t help falling on Hannah.
Hannah looks at him quietly, brushing a falling leaf off his shoulder, her smile especially playful and charming, "Is Louis jealous? Don’t worry, I will always be your sister."
She softly utters a sentence.
Louis senses her faint scent, probably left behind when she brushed past his shoulder.
The wind blew and it was gone.
He whispers, "Just a sister?"
Hannah nods, "Of course."
The tips of his fingers are trembling, as if burned by a flame, the heat is felt up to his chest.
The air pressure around the boy seems to drop suddenly, his eyes are no longer as clean and clear as before, as thick as the night, but with a crescent moon hanging.
Hannah suddenly speaks softly, "Are you a patient?"
The clouds scatter from the night sky.
Louis shakes his head, "No, I’m a doctor."
He has no defenses against Hannah, even his words can be said to be somewhat indulgent, looking at the girl in front of him with a gaze that seems to only accommodate her.
This affectionate side of the boy makes it easy for people to fall into his tender trap and lose themselves.
Just like the once Hannah Winter.
The next second, Hannah’s laughter deepens in her eyes.
