Chapter 756: Chapter 756: Not Impossible to Meet
Hannah looked into those particularly shiny black eyes and sighed, "You’re really silly."
Vincent was taken aback, raising his head, emphasizing, "I’m not silly."
He wasn’t.
It was as if he had isolated himself from the world, locking himself into a dark, sunless room. Later, a crack appeared in this room and a soft light shone in.
He curiously moved closer to look. There was a person standing in the light.
It was Hannah.
Hannah chose a relatively clean spot to sit down, gestured to Vincent, "Have you been waiting for me for a long time?"
Vincent slowly walked over. Even though he had taken a bath in the river before coming, he still didn’t dare to get too close. "I waited from the sun to the moon."
She smiled slightly, her eyelashes fluttering, "Huh?"
Vincent stood to one side, unable to hide his smile, "While waiting, the moon disappeared, and then Hannah appeared."
She paused for a moment, then her eyes filled with laughter. It was soft and subtle, but sparkled like waves.
The straightforward and simple words, highlighted by Vincent’s particularly pristine and shiny eyes, seemed extraordinarily sincere.
Hannah shook her head as if sighing, "With such sweet talk, it’s no wonder you’re so popular."
Vincent smiled broadly, standing in the moonlight, with childlike sincerity. Even though he was covered in scars, it only made people feel more sympathetic towards him.
Hannah reached out and ruffled his hair. It was soft and smooth; he must have washed it for a long time. "Next time they hit you, you should run."
Vincent stared at the person in front of him blankly, in his pristine eyes resided only one person.
He felt somewhat wronged and somewhat hurt, "But then I won’t see Hannah."
Hannah pulled back her hand, placing both hands behind her on the cold stone surface. She looked up towards the bright moon in the night sky and smiled, "You won’t lose sight of me."
Under the moonlight, it seemed as though everything was shrouded in a layer of pale light, unreal yet real.
Vincent watched silently, then crouched down and sat at Hannah’s feet, looking up at the girl whose position was much higher than his, her face alight with a faint smile.
She watched the moon, and he watched her.
Everything seemed beautiful.
He won’t lose sight of you, no matter where Hannah goes, Vincent will find you.
It’s Vincent.
Just Vincent.
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The first thing Louis Snyder did when he woke up was to check his phone.
The message he sent last night still hadn’t received any reply.
He stared at his phone for a long time, looking completely dejected. Finally, he could only sigh, putting away his phone.
At six in the morning, it wasn’t yet the scheduled filming time, but outside, it was suddenly bustling.
Regarding Jackie Qualls, George Quach didn’t appear particularly cordial; on the contrary, Owen Hanson seemed extremely enthusiastic, with handshakes and greetings.
His face was full of smiles, it was incredibly friendly, "Mr.Qualls, I’ve watched many of your shows, I’ve always liked you, and I entered show business because of you. I never thought I would meet you on the show..."
Owen Hanson was so excited he was starting to ramble, the words he spoke sounded strange even to Hilary Quin who was listening nearby.
Unusually, Hilary’s attitude was neither cold nor indifferent; she just greeted him as a junior and then left.
When Louis Snyder came out, Owen Hanson was still talking to Jackie Qualls. He had completely lost control of his expressions, looking more like a fan than a celebrity.
Jackie Qualls, slightly taller, always maintained a gentle and harmonious appearance.
