The reason she never revealed it, never let anyone notice, was that she had too much. Once she tasted the flavor of loss, everything would be exposed without any attempt to hide.
In the hospital room.
Tiffany Lynch, dressed in a hospital gown, had a blank stare and just gaped at the pristine white wall in front of her, occasionally letting out a bizarre laugh.
"I am Hannah Winter, I’m a huge star, you all like , like ..." she said, clapping to herself, then lowered her voice, touching her face, "Tiffany Lynch wants to harm , she’s jealous of , wants to ruin my face, and even wants to kill , that bitch, how dare she, how dare she, she’s just jealous of !"
George River was hers.
It was her wedding, and Tiffany Lynch, that bitch, actually dared to spoil her wedding.
They all liked her.
Everybody liked her!
She was Hannah Winter, she was the real Hannah Winter!
"She’s dead, she’s dead, her hands flew off, and her feet too, left so much blood, her eyes bulging out staring at , she deserved it, she deserved it! Hahaha..."
Suddenly, the person who was calm just a mont ago went crazy, smashing everything within reach onto the floor and screaming wildly.
The patrolling nurse swiftly administered a tranquilizer, and watching her continue to mutter to herself, sadly shook her head and left.
Scenes like this would happen once a day in Tiffany Lynch’s hospital room.
First, she would talk to herself, then laugh and clap, and in the end, lose control and go mad.
This was just a small segnt of the surveillance footage that Jinlian had intercepted.
"The female lead... it seems like she’s started to believe she’s the Hannah Winter from the original plot," Jinlian scratched his ear.
Hannah showed no expression, simply reaching out to gently rub Jinlian’s head, looking at the calm river surface and spoke lightly with a tinge of amusent, "She’s no longer the heroine of this world."
Jinlian seed to half-understand and sat obediently beside his master, "Is that so."
With the plot collapsing, no longer following its intended trajectory, Tiffany Lynch, the female lead, naturally lost all significance.
Beyond that, a new story was about to begin.
Jinlian gnawed on his paw, raising his head to look at Hannah’s profile. After so thought, he asked with a conflicted face, "Hannah, do you love Arnold Simmons now?"
That question didn’t sound like Jinlian at all.
Hannah looked down at him and slowly asked, "What did you call ?"
Jinlian’s tail shrank back as he promptly corrected himself, "Master."
Hannah withdrew her gaze, "Who told you to ask?"
Jinlian spoke hesitantly, "No... nobody, I just wanted to ask."
He tried to appear calm on the surface, but inside, he was in a panic.
He almost gave himself away.
Hannah ignored Jinlian’s overly active thoughts and simply said, "It’s not love, it’s like."
Jinlian looked up, "What’s the difference?"
Weren’t like and love the sa thing?
Hannah didn’t answer.
In the distance, the sunlight that had seed a bit harsh turned a layer of orange glow, hanging high above the river as if it could drop at any mont.
The sunset dyed a large swath of the sky, dividing it from the peaceful river surface into two separate worlds.
So beautiful it seed unreal.
Jinlian tugged at Hannah’s clothes, "Master, we’ll go back, right?"
In fact, they should have been able to return a long ti ago, shouldn’t they?
Jinlian didn’t know.
He just felt that his master didn’t seem very eager to return.
Could it be that overthrowing the galactic royal family was no longer her pursuit?
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