Hannah was also angry, but she knew being angry would make her age faster, so she quickly adjusted her emotions.
She sat cross-legged under the large floor-to-ceiling window, propping her head up with one hand while diligently reading a novel placed on her lap.
The soft light from the window spilled onto her, casting a warm glow on her entire being. Her side-profile was exquisite, her skin was fair, and she exuded an exceptional aura.
The cara captured this scene, beautiful as a painting.
The live stream chat started discussing recent interstellar gossip.
Commander’s Longing Stone: My husband has gone off to negotiate with those wandering negotiators at the frontier. I have no idea when he’ll be back.
Broken Glass Shard: The interstellar isn’t at peace lately. I heard that the raiders had started robbing all over again, they’re just bandits!
Honey Wrapped Knife: If you ask , the imperial royal family has been too indulgent in pleasures these past years; they’ve beco pushovers!
Daily Sun-Six: The person up front is risking their life discussing the imperial royal family. That’s a ban-worthy offence.
Sun-Six is really hardworking: Change the topic, change the topic. Let’s discuss when the jerk will get what’s coming to him!
Did the jerk get his today: That’s a question for Hannah.
No one seed to know when it started, but the the of Hannah’s live stream has significantly deviated. Initially ant to punish the host, but now everyone looks forward to seeing Hannah punish the jerk.
This developnt gives Golden Lotus a headache, every day fearing that the interstellar live stream platform might issue a warning to them.
Though none has co yet.
Golden Lotus carefully peers out, tugging lightly at its owner’s sleeve, "Master, everyone is asking when you’re going to punish the jerk."
Hannah took a glance at the stream chat and yawned, "Soon."
Honey Wrapped Knife: She says this every ti.
Hannah smiled lightly, without making a reply.
*
Jackie had been busy with the crew’s matters recently to finish all his scenes, so he could focus on Hannah.
However, Hannah seed to be dodging him the entire ti.
Since the day she asked him that question.
He hadn’t answered because he was unsure, but now Hannah was avoiding him, which was frustrating. On the other hand, Tiffany Lynch was always seeking his attention.
He snapped at her a few tis, deliberately distancing himself before she finally gave him so peace.
But seeing the person he once deeply loved in such a state made him feel desolate.
And even more irritated.
He had to ask quite a few crew mbers before he finally found Hannah.
She was reading a book, looking serious. Dressed in uniform, her pristine arm was exposed as she hitched her sleeve up to the elbow. There was a cara operator following her.
Jackie went over and said sothing to the cara operator, who nodded and turned off his equipnt before leaving.
No more caras around, Jackie beca less cautious and stood next to Hannah.
The tall man’s body blocked most of the light source, covering Hannah entirely in his shadow. He looked at the petite girl in front of him with a gentle gaze.
Hannah didn’t look up, flipping the pages of the book in her hands. Casually, she said, "You’re blocking my light."
The man was silent for a mont, didn’t move, "Have you been avoiding lately?"
Hannah looked up at him, seemingly impatient but with a smile on her face, "You’re overthinking."
Having said that, she turned her back to continue skimming through her novel.
Jackie sighed, his voice gentle, "Hannah, you know, I’m only doing this for your own good. The entertainnt industry isn’t as good as you think."
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