A full page, brimming with the girl’s purest words and emotions.
Hannah read it carefully, stored it thoughtfully, and sighed, "It’s so well-written, I just love when people praise ."
The weather was clear, with not a cloud in sight, and the sunshine was particularly brilliant, casting golden halos that settled in her eyes.
Like the shape of stars.
Roy Yarn thought so, gazing at her steadily for a while before coming back to his senses as their eyes t, his ears turning red.
He asked subconsciously, "Why do you like being praised by others so much?"
Actually, the question was quite awkward.
Because many people in this world like to be complinted, and no one likes to be scolded or criticized.
But to see soone as obsessed as Hannah, Roy Yarn had never encountered that before.
After pondering, Hannah gazed at the expansive road ahead and said slowly, "When I was little, I liked candy but couldn’t have it, so when I finally could, I wanted to make up for the portion I missed out on."
She finished with a smile, its curvature still radiant.
It took Roy Yarn quite a while to understand.
He felt inexplicably oppressed.
He didn’t know why, but subconsciously, he thought Hannah might be sad.
He wanted to apologize, but it felt too abrupt.
As he was struggling with this,
soone suddenly ran over from a distance.
A hat, mask, and sunglasses—the person was covered up more thoroughly than most celebrities.
They ca straight to Hannah, grabbed her arm, and moved closer, calling out with a strange tone, "Hannah, Hannah, I’m your fan, please give an autograph, I’ve really liked you for a long ti!"
As they spoke, their emotions beca even more agitated.
Roy Yarn reacted, hurried forward to pull the person away, only to be pushed aside with a swing of their hand, stumbling several steps, nearly falling over.
The person probably didn’t expect Roy Yarn to be that weak, froze for a second, then turned back around.
The play must go on.
They said to Hannah, "Big star, how about a photo with ?"
Hannah didn’t refuse, nodding, "Sure, fifty for once."
The person was stunned, "Isn’t fifty too much?"
Hannah replied earnestly, "After all, I’m a star; I can’t lower my value too much. Cash or a scan, I can accept both."
The person pretended to take out their phone, their hand halfway out before Roy Yarn, who had suddenly rushed over, pinned them against a tree trunk.
Hand twisted, their face ca into intimate contact with the rough bark.
It was Roy Yarn’s first ti getting physical, his movents still stiff and awkward, yet his eyes were exceptionally firm.
He had to protect Hannah.
Hayes Edwards was dumbfounded, not expecting such a sudden attack from soone who looked so gentle and weak.
After struggling a few tis and failing to break free, he dropped the act, "Let go, I’m an acquaintance, not a pervert, let go of !"
Roy Yarn pursed his lips, his face apologetic, but his grip didn’t loosen, "Sorry, I’m just worried you might hurt soone."
Hayes Edwards felt like crying for his face, "Hurt what, open your eyes and look, don’t you recognize who I am?"
Roy Yarn fell silent for a mont, then spoke with so regret, "Sorry, I’m nearsighted."
Hayes Edwards was so angry he punched the tree, cursing softly to himself.
Roy Yarn frowned, "Swearing is a bad habit."
Hayes Edwards completely gave up resisting and looked at Hannah, who was standing to the side, "And you’re still laughing, tell this idiot to let go already, I’ve never t soone so stupid in my life."
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