Chapter 980: Chapter 980: The Past Doesn’t Matter Anymore_1
Louis didn’t return to the film set until three days later.
He still had that same meek and amiable appearance, always pleasant and courteous, with no fault to be found, his youthful face showing no signs of what might have transpired.
He always wore that harmless smile.
After a scene ended, the sky suddenly darkened, and the crew busied themselves packing up, the filming halted abruptly.
Hannah emerged from the makeup room and saw the young man curled up in the corner as soon as she opened the door.
His makeup from the play had been completely removed, but his face was still a bit pale, his brows and eyes lowered, not minding the dirty ground, he just sat there hugging his knees, staring blankly ahead.
The sky darkened quickly, and in a blink, it was covered with dense clouds.
It didn’t snow, but a fine, needle-like drizzle began to fall, patterning down and blurring the lights at the street corner and the young man’s expression.
From Hannah’s angle, all she could see was his slightly disheveled mop of black hair, looking like a large, listless pet abandoned by someone.
He was silent, and Hannah pretended not to see him as she lifted her foot to step over him.
After two steps, the boy’s hoarse voice called from behind, "Sister, if one day I found my own family, would you be happy for me?"
Hannah turned around, pausing as she wiped her hands, "Should I say congratulations?"
She smiled, the warm yellow light above illuminating her eyes, her dark irises sparkling, as if seeing the crescent moon through a thin layer of glistening water on a night sky.
Louis took a slight breath and lowered his head again, tugging at the corner of his mouth with an awkward and despondent tone, as if in self-mockery, "Sister, you really don’t care about me at all."
Hannah looked at him and smiled, "It’s not like you just found out about this."
"But before..." He faltered mid-sentence, looking up at the person in front of him and sighing, "Never mind, the past doesn’t matter anymore."
It was as if he had suddenly seen the light, his face still pale but his eyes holding a bit of fervor.
It was like a child seeing a new toy, no matter what the future held, he had to have it now.
The wind grew stronger, sending the rain to slap chaotically against the window ledge and drip through the cracks, splashing up and wetting the young man’s disheveled hair.
Now, he seemed even more pitiable.
"Sister, if one day I become more formidable than all of them, will you be with me?"
He lifted his face, his dark eyes bright with a pure stubbornness and obsession, full of defiance.
Hannah walked up to him, her gaze falling on his deliberately concealed wrist, where the tiny scars were barely noticeable.
She averted her gaze, meeting the eyes of the young man, her icy fingertips lightly lifting his chin, her voice soft yet chilling, "Louis, you’re so naive. I’m not with you, of course, because I simply dislike you."
The chilly rain fell on his brow, the evaporation in an instant as though stealing away all the warmth from his body.
A faint fragrance at the tip of his nose, cold to the bone.
She used the very words he had once spoken to pierce his heart.
Yet, it was a hell of his own making, with no retort, he could only bear it quietly.
The young man remained silent, his gaze lowered to the tender white wrist.
There, it was spotless, unlike his own, scarred and filthy.
Hannah withdrew her hand, a gentle and bright smile on her face.
