All kinds of shock, all kinds of dreams about joining the elite shattered.
—I don’t believe it. If this couple really breaks up, I’ll never believe in love again!
—Firmly resist those harmful marketing accounts. Hannah just wrote a song, where did all these brain farts co from?
—There were songs of this style in her last album too. It’s just that Hannah prefers it, that’s all.
—I don’t want to think like this either, but Hannah’s songs are just too sad. It feels like she has really been hurt by soone, even without listening to the lyrics, it makes you feel uncomfortable.
—The song is good, that’s true, and the lyrics are heartbreaking, that’s also true. You can’t write this kind of emotion without having experienced a few breakups. It’s like she’s written it for an ex-boyfriend...
George River paused, his fingers halting on the last comnt.
Written for... an ex-boyfriend?
Been hurt by soone?
It started to rain again.
The night rain also stained the loneliness of the night sky, drop by drop, hitting the tightly shut window, making a muffled sound.
The wind swept through the leaves, blending with the sound of the rain, like sobs of weeping.
Oppressive and painful.
George River rembered the night he and Hannah broke up. She had shed tears in front of him, begging him not to leave. Yet he coldly trampled her adoration underfoot.
She must hate him.
George River closed his eyes, allowing the regret and pain in his chest to spread until his throat turned sour and a blood-like taste erged, before he raised his hand to cover his eyes.
The relentless rain outside seed like endless tears.
The song reached its conclusion.
At that mont, the screen was almost filled with comnts, and the comnts below were brimming.
The top-liked comnt was asking about Hannah and Arnold Simmons’s relationship status.
Everyone was concerned about whether Hannah had broken up with Arnold Simmons.
People still vividly rembered their kiss at an international award ceremony not long ago. If they were to officially announce their break up now, it would probably shock the entire internet.
The singing stopped, and just when everyone thought it was over and was about to exit, soone in the comnts wrote a ssage.
—Don’t go, there’s an Easter egg!
With just that one sentence, everyone was successfully kept waiting.
In the video, after a few seconds of silence, so noisy sounds ca through again.
It was a thank you to the staff present that day.
Everyone thought it was just an ordinary extra clip until a familiar silhouette appeared in the fra.
Although the cara quickly moved past it, everyone still recognized it.
It was Arnold Simmons.
The unexpected guest of the day.
Hannah was stunned for a mont, then imdiately broke into a radiant smile, hurriedly picking up her skirt and trotting over to him.
Her silhouette was like a hopping rabbit, showing happiness all over.
She was wearing flat shoes that day for comfort. But now, as she stood in front of Arnold Simmons, she ca up short and had to look up at him.
From this angle, Arnold Simmons could see more clearly the sparkling stars in her eyes.
They were there because of him.
"Didn’t you say you had work today?" Her voice was soft, with a touch of wheedling, sweet like candy.
It wasn’t like the monts when she sang the sad ballad, which made him feel oppressed and uncomfortable.
"Mmm, I had, but I wanted to see you even more," Arnold Simmons extended his hand, gently embracing her in his arms.
Being aware of the people around, he rely restrained himself to ruffle Hannah’s head.
The pressure was gentle; he didn’t ss up her hairstyle.
He had work indeed today, the plane ticket was already booked, but half-way there, he got stuck in a traffic jam. Looking up, he saw Hannah’s advertisent on the opposite comrcial building.
In that instant, without any reason, he just wanted to see her.
To see her right away.
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