Hannah’s face was pale, only when she got closer could she see the bruises at the corners of the young man’s mouth and the wound on his forehead.
He looked sowhat disheveled.
She bit her lower lip, turning it white, seemingly in sympathy, "I’m sorry, I..."
I really want to laugh.
She paused mid-sentence, blinked her eyes, suppressing the schadenfreude that was surfacing and replaced it with concern and worry.
Walking briefly under the streetlight, the warm yellow light revealed the girl’s worry on her face.
Louis Snyder turned to the side, the hand holding the umbrella tightened, a flutter of emotion passing over his heart.
It was faint, like a spring breeze brushing the face, bringing a hint of warmth to the cold night.
However, he quickly recovered, removing the smile at the corner of his mouth. His words carried a hint of concealnt, "It has nothing to do with you."
Hannah seed a little uncertain, "Did you fight with soone?" She paused for a mont, speaking gently, "Fighting is not good."
"No," Louis Snyder hurriedly denied, "I simply tripped and fell."
His own words made him feel sowhat guilty.
Hannah was even less convinced, reaching out to tug at his sleeve, "Louis, a fall wouldn’t cause such severe injuries."
That lump on your forehead is almost as big as a small hill.
If you were beaten up, then you were beaten up.
When one does too many bad things, divine retribution will naturally co, isn’t accepting this reality better for the boy?
The more Hannah thought about this, the harder it was for her to suppress her smile, and eventually, she couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
Fortunately due to the loud rain, Louis Snyder didn’t notice.
Of course, the boy’s mood wasn’t great either. His eyes beca more gloomy. He couldn’t help but raise his voice, saying coldly: "I told you I tripped, why do you keep asking?"
It seed that the girl was stunned by his shout, her body trembled, and she lowered her eyes not daring to look at him anymore, just staring at the ground.
After scolding her and seeing her reaction, the anger in Louis Snyder’s heart increased.
But he couldn’t find any way to vent.
In the end, he could only grumble under his breath.
Louis Snyder followed Hannah back to the apartnt, only then realizing that it was only a ten-minute walk from the apartnt to the place where he waited.
He was holding his breath, wanting to ask what Hannah had been doing for the past half hour.
But seeing her slender figure, soaked by the rain, he eventually swallowed the question.
Forget it.
He can’t be bothered arguing with her.
Hannah found a pair of pink slippers for Louis Snyder, with a pink pig printed on them. She sounded sowhat apologetic, "I’m the only one living here, so I don’t have any n’s slippers. You’ll have to make do."
She squatted down, half-wet hair falling to her chest, her hand holding the slippers was pale and slender, almost translucent.
Fragile beyond belief.
Louis Snyder frowned, but in the end, he didn’t say anything and reluctantly put them on.
Jinlian, who had been locked in the room, was listening through the door crack and nearly had a heart attack when she heard her mistress’s weak and soft words.
She looked back at the n’s slippers by the window.
Oh, those belonged to the villain.
She finally realized and exclaid again, "The mistress’s acting is so good, it looks like we’ll be returning to the star realm soon, I’m so happy~"
She wagged her tail and quickly walked back to her nest.
In the living room.
Hannah handed Louis Snyder a loose set of her pajamas, she blushed a bit, not daring to look at the vague figure beneath his rain-soaked clothes. "I’ll go to my bedroom to change, you can use the other room."
As she spoke, she pointed in one direction and quickly entered her room.
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