Hannah and Hayes Edwards didn’t head inside the shop but simply bought two cold drinks and sat in a deserted spot to rest.
The photographers nearby were all busy eating lunch, so naturally, nobody paid any attention to this corner.
During work, Hayes wasn’t too fussy about food and just casually stuffed a couple of bites of bread in his mouth.
The park was quiet, and occasionally, the sound of birds chirping could be heard.
He turned his head to look at Hannah’s profile.
She was holding her bread and nibbling on it, quiet and looking demure and innocent when she wasn’t speaking.
Hayes’s gaze was captivated by Hannah’s long, curled lashes until he t her eyes that were tinted with mirth, and he snapped back to reality.
He cleared his throat twice, speaking sowhat unnaturally, "About last night..."
"Are you talking about when you were crying?" She curved her brows and eyes, her smile charming.
Hayes was flustered, clenched his fists, then released them, sighing, "I’m not talking about crying, I’m asking you, did you rember anything from what I said last night?"
He leaned in closer, his hand resting on the bench slowly tightening, and his gaze landed on her delicate, soft white skin. The sunlight sprinkled down, and brightness surged into the depths of her eyes as well.
It was like light striking a clear, calm lake, reflecting his figure on its surface.
She parted her red lips slowly and begun, "I..."
Halfway through, she deliberately paused for a few seconds, then pushed the head of the person leaning closer away with her hand, "I didn’t rember anything."
Hayes awoke from his daze, covering his head, hiding his montary embarrassnt, and pretentiously cried out, "Ah, my head hurts, Hannah Winter, you’re done for, you have to take responsibility for my handso face."
Hannah was very calm, "Alright, tomorrow I’ll push your face into a circle of rich won, the money earned should definitely cover your healing costs."
Hayes covered his face, collapsing onto the chair, so aggrieved he felt like crying, "Hannah Winter, you’re so heartless."
The director, who happened to walk by to announce the start of the recording, was also stunned by the scene before him.
Hayes wasn’t the least bit embarrassed, got up from the chair by himself, "I know, I’ll go over with Hannah in a bit."
Once the person left, Hayes wilted again.
After a while, looking at him this way, Hannah spoke, "Hayes, is my mory really that important to you?"
Hayes first nodded, then shook his head, "Actually, it’s not particularly important, it’s just that it’s rare to co across soone familiar in this circle..."
As he said this, sothing flashed quickly through his mind.
What was once a bit confusing suddenly beca clear, and he grabbed Hannah’s hand seriously, "Hannah Winter, are you hurting on purpose to keep Arnold Simmons from finding out about and thus concealing our past?"
Hannah lifted her head, narrowed her eyes, and smiled, withdrawing her hand and patting it on Hayes’s head, "Well aren’t you wishful."
Hayes, with an "ow" sound, collapsed back onto the bench.
His deanor was one of a mischievous brat throwing a tantrum.
Just before leaving, Hannah called out to Hayes, "I’ve had amnesia once, I’ve forgotten everything from when I was a child."
Although it was a bit lodramatic, in the original storyline, the past of the original Hannah Winter was indeed not elaborated upon in detail.
When it was occasionally ntioned, it was rely skimd over with the words amnesia and orphan.
After all, she was just a supporting character ant to push the storyline forward, and her past didn’t matter to anyone—the only thing that mattered was the value she held in the present.
As for the interactions between Hayes and the original character, Hannah only found a hint of subtle description when she reviewed the original storyline again.
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