But at this mont, facing Hannah’s indifferent gaze, he almost shed tears, "Sister, please don’t abandon , okay?"
She smiled gently at him, "Louis Snyder, everyone has the right to make mistakes, whether a prodigal son returns or one corrects their errors. However, that’s your own affair; not everyone has to cheer for your changes."
Louis Snyder looked at her intently, his eyes misty with tears, the stubbornness buried deep within, "But you’re not just anyone to ."
We’ve known each other for so long.
You took in a holess man like , cooked for , comforted , and kept a light on for when I returned late at night.
How could you, who did all that, be just anyone?
He recounted the past to Hannah in detail.
It was like a child vying for attention, impatient to show that his relationship with the other person was better.
Louis Snyder was indeed stubborn.
Just as he had been fixated on Tiffany Lynch, daring to step into the chaotic world of entertainnt at a young age for her.
And now, for Hannah, he was willing to put aside his pride and arrogance.
He wanted her to stay by his side.
To stay by his side forever, just like before, devoted only to him.
Hannah watched him quietly, tugged gently at his collar, and he imdiately leaned in, offering himself to her.
She spoke in the gentlest tone, softly saying, "Louis Snyder, I don’t like you, and even if you try for a lifeti, I still won’t like you. Maybe the from before liked you, but you’ve lost her."
Louis Snyder insisted, "Then I’ll find her again."
"She can’t be found," Hannah withdrew her hand, "because she now belongs to soone else’s embrace."
Louis Snyder froze, stood up, "Then I’ll use my own thods to take her back."
In his downcast eyes, there was determination and a touch of malice.
Hannah didn’t look at him, turning instead to watch a trailer playing off to the side, "What about the teacup you used to keep?"
Louis Snyder: "What teacup?"
She turned her head, speaking slowly, "The birthday present from Tiffany Lynch to you."
Louis Snyder pursed his lips, "So you knew all along."
He used to think he liked Tiffany Lynch and even wanted to cherish everything about her.
Now, he couldn’t wait to erase every trace of her existence.
When Tiffany Lynch went to prison, he was happier than anyone else.
Call him heartless or indifferent; he is just that selfish.
His heart, only Hannah can warm it.
But she no longer wanted him.
Louis Snyder felt stifled, yet he was eager to distance himself from his relationship with Tiffany Lynch, "I smashed it."
That night, he had a dream, in which he revisited those old mories.
Upon waking, he smashed it.
After such a long struggle, only now had he truly let go.
Hannah looked up at him, silent for a mont, "That teacup was actually made by ."
Louis Snyder was stunned.
She explained, "Originally, I made it as a birthday gift for George River, but sohow it ended up with Tiffany Lynch, and she passed it on to you."
Louis Snyder was out of sorts for a long ti.
There was a brief mont of blankness in his mind as he pondered just what kind of foolish act he had committed.
He hated Tiffany Lynch even more.
Hated her enough to want to strangle her.
Hannah stood up, pushed the invitation on the table back towards him, "I won’t be attending the birthday party."
Louis Snyder felt as if his heart might have stopped beating altogether, otherwise, why would his head feel so heavy, as if he were about to collapse at any mont.
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