Chapter 776: Chapter 776: Want to Leave?
No choice but to honestly be her own doll.
The laughter stopped. Vincent shuffled his feet and walked over to Hannah’s side.
Hannah gestured for him to sit down.
But Vincent shook his head, tugged at his clothes, and said in a small voice, "I’m dirty."
His hands were dirty, his clothes were dirty, his trousers were dirty too. Despite washing them many times in the river, they were still dirty.
He silently raised his eyes to look at Hannah in front of him.
Hannah was very clean.
Just like others always said, they were people from two different worlds.
Hannah helplessly said, "But you’re so tall, I always have to look up at you, which is quite tiresome."
Vincent was unsure, he looked left and right, then finally moved a small stool and sat down next to Hannah.
He seemed to particularly enjoy the sensation of looking up at Hannah.
Hannah just let him be, propped her head on her hand and watched him, "Did you enter from the door today?"
Vincent shook his head, "No, I climbed over the wall."
As he said this, he seemed a bit shy, his evasive gaze was like that of a helpless child.
Hannah looked a bit distressed, "Vincent, you can’t keep doing this."
She cast down her gaze, her soft black hair fell on one side of her cheek, and a gleam shone through her eyes. Under the somewhat harsh lighting, she looked unrealistically beautiful.
Vincent looked somewhat dazed, even as Hannah’s words fell in his ears, he only looked bewildered, "Doing what?"
She smiled, "You need to learn to use the front door."
Vincent pursed his lips in silence, his fingers twisted in his clothes again and again.
The tall figure squeezed onto a child’s stool, his long legs having nowhere to rest. From afar, it seemed as if he was squatting on the ground. His silhouette was full of a sense of grievance.
After long silence, Hannah seemed to sigh softly. She reached out to pet the fluffy head in front of her, like comforting a homeless animal, her voice gentle, "You always say you’re not a fool, so you should live like a person."
Vincent loosened his grip on his clothes, cherishing the warm touch on his head, his gaze clear and puzzled, "So how should I live?"
Hannah withdrew her hand and looked out the window at night.
Large rice fields extended outward, just like the dark night sky, with no visible boundaries.
The mountain road was rugged, but it always had an end.
"Vincent, do you want to leave here?"
She looked back at the tall man in front of her, who had folded himself into a ball.
Vincent hugged his knees tightly, shook his head, but soon nodded. He looked exceptionally conflicted, but also exceptionally determined.
But more so, he was terrified and anxious. It seemed like he had sensed something. He unconsciously grabbed Hannah’s hand tightly, "Is Hannah leaving?"
People said that Hannah would be leaving here soon.
He didn’t want to leave her.
Vincent didn’t get an answer from Hannah. He was so anxious that he was about to cry, but he was too slow to express his will to keep her, he could only clutch Hannah’s hand.
He didn’t want to be abandoned.
Not at all.
A bitter taste spread throughout his heart, as if he were tossed into an endless sea, at the mercy of wave after wave, powerless and with nowhere to flee.
"Hannah..."
Vincent’s voice choked, and in the blink of an eye, a layer of tears welled up in his bright eyes.
Hannah sighed softly and handed him a tissue.
But Vincent didn’t take it. Both of his hands were holding Hannah tightly, afraid that she would run away at any moment.
Hannah could only wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes for him, "Vincent, someone is waiting for you."
Vincent didn’t understand, he just kept shaking his head, "Hannah, I only want Hannah... Not anyone else... Not..."
