In the end, it was decided to invite the two leads to reenact so scenes from the play on the spot.
Although "Fairy" did not have a kissing scene, there were many instances where sparks flew between the two characters in the play.
But luckily, the children had been arranged to do other tasks ahead of ti and were not on the scene.
Everyone else pulled up their stools and prepared to observe.
Although it was rely a few lines, the performance by both was so riveting, that when their eyes locked, it seed extraordinarily sentintal to outsiders.
He locked onto her exceptionally pure eyes, where he saw love and devotion so strong it seed to lt him entirely. It was as if she would break through all restrictions to get to his side, without any reservations.
There had never been a mont when Jackie Qualls wished more that everything in the play was real.
Hannah truly loved him and truly wanted to be by his side, he would hold her and tell her that he loved her too.
In the corner, Louis’s eyes were as dark as frozen blades.
At the crucial mont of the scene when the two were about to touch, there ca a "bang" from the side.
Actually, the sound wasn’t loud, but in the mont when everyone was engrossed in the play, it was particularly annoying.
Everyone looked over, gasping in surprise.
On the ground was Louis. By his side, a chair he had knocked over. Before him were broken glass and a large puddle of water.
The teenager’s face was pale. He was gritting his teeth and holding back sothing. His eyes were particularly innocent yet apologetic, "So...sorry, I just wanted to pour everyone so water..."
Lowering his head, he inadvertently revealed his palm scratched by glass, and a large red patch on his arm where he had been splashed with hot water. The injuries looked severe.
George Quach quickly called for the on-site dical staff to treat him.
The wound was deep, and it was evident that it still had fragnts of glass embedded in it. The blood had spread across his entire hand and had even stained the ground.
The dical staff could only carry out ergency treatnt.
With his head bowed, Louis apologized in a trembling voice, "I’m sorry, Hannah. I interrupted you and Mr.Qualls."
Just by looking at the wound, Hannah could tell how it occurred. She didn’t expose him, just softly said with a tone of bla, "Louis, you really are careless. Does it hurt a lot?"
She squatted down, a look of concern in her eyes, her entire bearing enveloped in a warming glow.
In Louis’s eyes, there was only her, like that night when she was looking at him with the sa worry.
The pale teenager managed a comforting smile, "Hannah, it doesn’t hurt."
"It doesn’t hurt?" The young man treating the wound frowned, taking on a serious expression, "Your wound needs stitches, you have to go to the hospital in town."
The young man called on a few staff mbers to help Louis up.
As they passed Jackie Qualls, Louis deliberately paused, "I’m sorry, Mr.Qualls, I held you and Hannah up."
The teenager looked pale and weak, appearing genuinely remorseful. However, deep within his seemingly harmless eyes was unmistakable delight and triumph.
Presumably, because he had gained Hannah’s attention.
He was willing to hurt himself to achieve his goal.
He was ruthless.
Almost pathologically obstinate.
Jackie Qualls, who rarely took notice of the teenager nad Louis, couldn’t help but view him in a new light. His tone was cool and distant, giving him the care a senior should, "Go and get your wound treated first."
A crowd followed Louis, leaving the scene together.
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