Chapter 605: Chapter 605: Finishing the Shooting
In the end, he was executed in the South Sea, turned to ashes and smoke, never to reincarnate.
As his only daughter, Hannah became the next target for assassination.
David Sanders was the first to act.
Lovers of yesteryears, yet now they must draw swords against each other.
Atop the abyss, the girl in red beamed, her delicate features exuding a devastating beauty like a wilted flower, "David Sanders, so this is your choice?"
She quietly observed the man she once deeply loved.
No sign of sadness was seen in her eyes, just as how they were at their first encounter.
In a daze, it was as if David Sanders saw the young girl by the pool on that day, her pure and shy smile, her bright eyes with a hint of laughter, were unforgettable like the stars.
As he looked at her before him, breathing felt suffocating as if filled with the rich scent of blood, everything was approached with such caution; extending a hand, he quietly called out, "Hannah, won’t you return with me?"
But the beauty shook her head, her gaze drifting up to the crescent moon in the night sky.
She spoke gently, her words slightly icy, "David Sanders, I wish you to attain immortality soon, to live a lonely life — that would be best."
Bright and warm blood splattered onto the snowy ground, blooming like a flower.
A sight stunning in its beauty yet heart-wrenching.
The beauty disappeared, just like the descent of the moon and the fall of a flower.
All the beauty in the world seemed to have left with her.
That day, atop this snow mountain, a femme fatale ceased to exist and a Fairy World’s great power was lost.
The final scene was frozen on the snowflakes fluttering down from the sky.
Covering vast white lands and blood-red plum blossoms, it was surprisingly pristine.
The crowds were stunned for a long time, Jackie Qualls was holding the person in his arms, his eyes revealed an unmistakable sorrow.
The snow today was remarkably similar to that day.
Back then, he could only wait alone to die with fragments of memories, but now she is by his side.
Warm body temperature, lively heartbeat.
The red dress on her somehow provoked his inexplicable panic.
She was so delicate that it seemed like she would vanish in the next second and the flapping of her sleeves.
All he could do was tighten his grip, treasuring her dearly and whisper, "Hannah."
Jackie Qualls was immersed in these fragmented memories, but when he opened his eyes again, he was met with a pair of bright eyes, calm as a spring, filled with laughter.
Her voice filled with enjoyment, "Seems like Mr. Qualls hasn’t snapped out of the play yet."
Richard Lee came over, smiling and joking, "Don’t worry about him. He was just too involved in the play. It’s quite normal to invest own emotions in it. It’ll be fine after some time. As for you, you are amazing, getting into and out of character so quickly."
Today’s performance was both the finale and the most tragic episode of the whole drama.
Everyone in the crew was moved to tears by the two’s performance, even Richard Lee couldn’t help but sneakily wipe away his tears several times.
Hannah was the most cheerful of all.
She took delight in the praises she received, no matter how truthful they were.
Jackie Qualls, who had recovered from his daze, had a rare blush on his ears. He stood up and walked to Hannah’s side, his face still calm and gentle, "I’m sorry for before."
Hannah looked at him, tilting her head in confusion, "What is Mr. Qualls apologising for?"
Apologising for what?
Jackie Qualls was taken aback, an image of that desperate face surfaced in his mind, filthy with blood, as the eyes showed only defiance.
