The girl’s face in his mories had already blurred sowhat, but those bright, clear eyes, like fleeting teors in the night sky, dazzling, were unforgettable for him.
They were his lifelong yearning.
Subconsciously, he gripped the cool porcelain in his hand, feeling the chill spread bit by bit from his fingertips, palm, to his whole body.
"Tiffany, do you really not rember ?"
The youth spoke cleanly, but his voice held a profound longing and recollection.
A sudden knock on the door echoed from outside, followed quickly by a soft female voice, "Louis Snyder, it’s your turn to act."
Snapping back to reality, Louis Snyder replied. It was then the person outside pushed open the door and walked in.
The intruder was a female actress from the drama set, albeit a minor character. Nevertheless, she was attractive, the company was promoting her, and so she was doing quite well on set.
The woman walked up to Louis Snyder.
The youth was dressed in a light-colored wide-sleeved robe, his dark hair tied up high. He had a distinguished handso face with youthful innocence, his eyes as clear as a mountain spring and always adorned with a faint amiable smile.
The woman blushed and, shyly diverting her gaze – although unable to help but sneak glances at him – her voice beca ever softer, "Louis, the director said your scene is coming up soon. He asked to let you know."
"Ah, I see," said the youth clearly, and he thanked her.
The actress nodded, responding quietly.
Her gaze inadvertently fell on the blue hue in Louis’ hand. Curious, she asked, "What’s this? It’s so beautiful, may I see?"
She reached out her hand, but Louis instinctively dodged her. His eyes flashed with montary disgust before he quickly returned to his usual docile deanor, "It’s nothing, just a prop for the drama."
"Oh, I see." The actress was slightly disappointed.
She suddenly didn’t know what to say.
Louis, feeling a bit restless, shifted the teacup behind him. With eyes as deep as a cold pool, he pointed to a lunchbox nearby and said, "I’m not hungry today. If you don’t mind, you can have this lunch."
The actress’ eyes widened in surprise, obviously delighted. As Snyder Pierre was about to add sothing, she hastily nodded, "I will. I want it. If you gave it, how could I offer it to soone else?"
She clutched the lunch box protectively, her face flushed as she looked at the young man in front of her.
From her first day on set, anyti she clandestinely observed Louis, her heart raced with infatuation.
The cleanest, most heart-fluttering boy she had ever seen, offering an irresistible urge to protect him; to get close to him.
And then considering the lunch in her arms had been given by Louis made her even more excited.
Could it be... he had a bit of interest in her too?
Her mind ran wild with reckless thoughts.
Already, Louis had exited the room.
The lunch box had been sent by Hannah.
It had been half a month now. Since he offhandedly comnted his dislike for the set al, Hannah began to bring him lunch every day at a fixed ti.
Since outsiders weren’t easily allowed in the set, Hannah took the trouble to ask others to deliver the als.
Three als a day for half a month, never missing a single day.
Just that Hannah Winter didn’t know, he hadn’t eaten a bite of the food she sent. He didn’t even bother opening the lunch boxes, just feeling thoroughly annoyed.
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