After all, she was an agent from a major company. Though Hu Yan was reluctant to give in, she had no choice but to let it go. She spoke words of forgiveness, but she was thinking that no matter what, she would not let this ignorant boy off the hook.
*
Hannah was at the seaside for a photoshoot.
The main character in the MV was an extrely beautiful rmaid. In pursuit of authenticity, they would head out to sea to continue shooting in a few days, so their stay here wouldn’t be long.
By now, Hannah had already changed into her costu.
Dressed in a captivating red gown, with sparkling rhinestones adorning her eyes, she shimred under the sunlight. Her glance seed to be imbued with the mysterious azure of the sea, even before she entered the water. With a faint smile, she was breathtakingly bewitching.
The photographer kept changing angles, attempting to capture this stunning scene. Alas, although the photos were good, they still lacked sothing compared to the real person.
"Perfect! Absolutely perfect! Just like this, even without the ears or tail attached, you look like a real rmaid!"
Perhaps this was just the image of the rfolk described in tales of the bizarre.
Beautiful yet fragile, even after gaining legs and stepping onto land, one could still sense her distinctness, evoking a beauty that stirred a desire to imprison and destroy.
Amazent was hard to hide in the boy’s eyes, and beneath that amazent, possessive thoughts began to erge.
She lowered her eyes slightly, and her curled lashes trembled delicately, casting an alluring spell. Her slender, pale neck and shoulders appeared to be sculpted from jade, with natural and fluid lines that conveyed the utmost grace.
It wasn’t until the director called cut that everyone finally snapped out of their trance, and an assistant draped a towel over Hannah’s shoulders.
The director couldn’t stop praising Hannah’s performance.
A group of people huddled together, with no one noticing the boy in the corner.
It wasn’t until the crowd had mostly dispersed that Louis clenched his fist and softly called out, "Sister."
Hannah looked over, not surprised to see the boy suddenly appear here.
But the young assistant was surprised, "Isn’t that Louis Snyder? I heard their crew would also be filming here today. I didn’t expect it to be true."
Hannah handed the towel she was holding to the assistant, "I’ll step away for a mont. If the director asks for , tell him I have sothing to deal with and I’ll be right back."
"Okay."
The assistant nodded, sowhat dumbly watching Hannah walk away, speculating about the relationship between the two.
Just now he heard Louis call Hannah "sister."
So, were these two actually siblings?
The assistant was shocked by his own guess.
*
"Sister saw everything just now, right?"
The setting sun cast long shadows from the huge rocks, covering the figures of the two.
The boy’s voice was swept away by the sea breeze, filled with self-mockery.
Hannah glanced at him once, her expression devoid of emotion, not picking up the conversation.
She withdrew her gaze, looking towards the distant sea’s surface as if grabbing for the invisible hand, pulling down the red sun.
Bit by bit, it sank at an extrely slow pace.
As Louis looked down at his swollen, bruised hand, so areas already turning purple, he said, "I have nothing to do with that woman, and I’m not interested in what she says. Sister, I’m not dirty."
Nearing the end of his words, he deliberately slowed his voice. His gaze firmly fixed on Hannah, almost greedily, his pupils tinted with a hint of darkness, wrapped in the stubborn determination of youth.
Still, he received no response from Hannah.
For Louis, this was like a form of tornt.
He stepped forward, taking advantage of the blowing wind, carefully reaching for the red sash and gripping it tightly in his hand.
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