Chapter 910: Chapter 910: Will Never Come Back_1
The scent was so overpowering that his head swam, and he fell to the ground without realizing it, the cold seeping into his body.
His lips were tightly pressed, and soon a hint of blood seeped from the already cracked skin, staining his pale lips with a pitiful and sorrowful hue, "Sister, it was me who...spoke out of turn before."
An excuse so pale it was almost laughable to himself.
Hannah merely nodded her head, suddenly bent down close to his face, and let out a light chuckle, "Are you trying to say, ’children say the darndest things’?"
The faint scent from the tip of her nose seemed to dilute the annoying smell of alcohol. The soft white tenderness that seemed tangible if only he reached out caused Louis’s heart to tremble.
But the words that reached his ears...were too cold.
The youth cast his gaze downward, his eyelashes quivering slightly, revealing a deep sense of unrest, as his fingertips unintentionally caressed the not so visible wound on his wrist.
Hannah’s gaze lingered on Louis’s wrist just for an instant, then quickly withdrew her eyes and straightened up.
Her voice carried a touch of cheerfulness, like an insincere compliment, "Louis, you really are cute."
Louis’s body was weak, his fingers trembled lightly, his hand pressing the wound gradually exerted force, as if it was a form of punishment to himself, "Sister, I’m sorry."
It seemed that apart from this sentence, he had nothing left to say.
All the stupid things he had done in the past out of blind folly were coming back to haunt him now, and he was ready to take it all quietly.
He only begged for a chance to atone.
But he had never thought that one day, Hannah would also be in someone else’s embrace.
Watching the youth stagger to his feet and then show her such a pitifully soft smile, Hannah spoke again: "You should stop waiting here from now on. After all, you’re a star now. Why degrade yourself by doing such things?"
The youth’s expression froze, his throat felt as if it was being constricted, he looked up at her in a daze, "Why?"
He seemed like a lost and helpless child.
The reopened wound throbbed but was nothing compared to the discomfort in his heart at that moment.
After a while, that soft voice rose again, carried to his ear by the cold night wind, with a chill as freezing as the early snow, "I won’t be coming back here anymore."
Louis stiffened on the spot, as if pushed into a pitch-black icy pond, foolishly not even knowing how to struggle.
She said...
She would not be coming back.
Did she not want those memories they once shared?
The youth’s eyes reddened, filled with tears, blurring the persistent gloom and stubbornness.
He tentatively lifted Hannah’s hand that hung by her side and carefully cradled it in his palm.
It was so warm that he didn’t want to let go, his voice trembling slightly with an undertone of eerie chill, "Sister, is it because of that man, were you always lying to me?"
He raised his head, not concealing the longing and displeasure in his eyes.
Hannah met his gaze, her eyes brimming with a hint of mirth, her voice soft and coaxing, "Louis, what did I lie to you about?"
She had a pair of extremely beautiful eyes that shimmered with a light laughter, looking so enchanting they were like a dream one would willingly sink into completely.
The night breeze lifted her long hair, brushing past the youth’s nose with a slightly ticklish sensation, the faint fragrance calming the unease in his heart.
But it was only for a moment.
This addictive feeling made one crave even more.
The youth slowly closed his palm, stubbornly wanting to keep her trapped by his side forever, and from his gentle smile emerged a sense of despair as he stated a fact that had already been proven.
