It was unclear when it had started, but Jinyue had already aligned herself with her owner.
The people from the Imperial family were all a bunch of hypocrites who loved to save face and boasted endlessly.
Hannah always said this, and as ti went by, Jinyue also believed it without doubt.
Would they ever return?
Hannah said they would.
Comforted, Jinyue followed closely behind her master, walking on a tree-lined path along the river, "Master, if you go back, what about the antagonist?"
Hannah stopped in her tracks, standing in the golden afterglow, her eyes shimring with fragnted light and shadows, "A human’s life is both short and long; he will eventually forget."
Jinyue stared blankly and then lowered her head, dragging her little burlap bag, stepping on Hannah’s shadow one footprint at a ti, silently thinking to herself.
The antagonist will not forget.
Although eating dog food sotis was irritating, the sudden shards of glass were even more wearing.
If the master really wanted to stay in this world, it wasn’t impossible; the live streaming platforms were all shut down, many people couldn’t go back, one more master wouldn’t matter.
Nobody would notice.
Probably...
Jinyue hopped joyfully, the bottle caps she collected in the torn burlap bag clinking together, tinkling "Master, the other day I eavesdropped outside the hospital room, I seed to hear the woman... Tiffany Lynch ntion a na."
Hannah continued walking indifferently, "Which na?"
"I can’t rember, it seed to be sothing like..." Jinyue scratched her head, "Duck at?"
She truly couldn’t rember; she just thought the na was odd.
It didn’t sound like soone from the storyline.
Hannah didn’t stop walking but only looked up to greet the warm light cast from the distant horizon, a warmth filling her eyes, yet carrying a hint of pure... malice?
"Besides her, no one else would be so idle."
Jinyue caught up and asked, "Who is it?"
Hannah replied, "It’s your idol."
Jinyue was confused.
Idol?
What idol?
She couldn’t rember ever admiring anyone.
*
That evening,
Hannah accompanied Arnold Simmons to a private party.
The host of the party was one of Arnold’s business partners, who, though not hugely invested dostically, had a significant market abroad.
Hannah didn’t quite understand the specifics of what he did nor was she very interested.
The man was a foreigner and spoke Mandarin with an odd accent, but it was clear he was making an effort to learn.
The man first chatted a few sentences in a foreign language with Arnold, then turned to look at Hannah, his face showing surprise before awkwardly saying, "Mrs. Simmons, very beautiful."
At first, Hannah thought he was insulting soone, but fortunately, she appreciated the second half of his remark.
She liked sweet-talking n, and the sa went for won.
As long as they complinted her well, they could all be good friends.
She smiled gracefully, nodded in response, "Thank you."
The man clearly spaced out for a second but quickly regained his composure due to his good upbringing.
He said he wasn’t accustod to speaking Mandarin and switched back to his native language, speaking to Arnold, "I know your wife; she is incredible. In my country, her advertisents are everywhere, a very charming Eastern lady. Once the party is over, could you please help ask for her autograph?"
He was a sowhat reserved little fan.
When his business partner sincerely praised his fiancée, Arnold felt a slight acidity in his heart.
He was jealous.
However, before Arnold could respond, Hannah had already replied to this "foreign fan" in fluent foreign language.
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