Words not quite intimate seed to instantly stretch the distance between them.
Louis Snyder could not possibly fail to notice it.
There was a hint of dimness on the young man’s face, and his voice was tender, "Sister, are you angry with ?"
Hannah thought for a mont and then smiled back at him, "What’s there to be angry about?"
The chill wind blew, sweeping up the scattered leaves.
Louis looked up, his gaze falling on Hannah’s shoulder, and then he reached out to remove the leaf that had fallen there.
The leaf, trapped between his fingertips, seed to also be tinged with that faint, delicate fragrance, making it hard to let go.
The young man’s tone beca even more self-loathing, "Because I ca here without telling Sister in advance, I know Sister definitely didn’t want to see , but..." he looked up and smiled gently again, "but I really want to stay by Sister’s side."
In the sunlight, the young man looked so beautiful, like the first dew of humanity, facing the dawn light, as if his whole being was too clean to be touched by a speck of dust.
Such a person, the more deeply affectionate he appeared, the more he moved others.
Hannah’s gaze turned to him, light and soft like a cloud, "Louis, you are too willful."
Louis moved his pale lips, as if he wanted to say sothing.
But Hannah simply reached out to straighten his sowhat disheveled collar, and he said nothing more.
Then she spoke again, "Your fans wouldn’t want to see you like this."
She withdrew her hand, and with her departure, the comforting scent also disappeared.
Roses after the rain are always more vivid, yet they lack that intoxicating fragrance.
Perhaps most people always think that fans and idols are one, inseparable from each other, complenting one another.
Water can float a boat, but it can also capsize it.
But this is the way of rulers.
It is just that so fans always like to place themselves very low, very low.
But in fact, people are fickle; today they like this person, and tomorrow they can like soone else.
Which is why Hannah said that Louis was too willful.
His fans didn’t like him getting close to Hannah, and even the company warned him repeatedly, but he always liked to do the opposite.
Louis was silent for a long ti, his voice calm yet tinged with a touch of ruthlessness, "They are just a bunch of unimportant people. Today they like , tomorrow they will like soone else. None of it matters."
He didn’t like anyone dictating his life. He liked Hannah, liked being with her, so even the so-called fans who professed they would do anything for him couldn’t speak ill of Hannah.
This was a thought that the old Louis would never have had.
Even Tiffany Lynch, who he once regarded as his lifelong cherished love, did not receive such treatnt.
Louis Snyder, a man more selfish than anyone. His youthful experiences made him all the more stingy with his affection; although the person he liked was important, what he possessed was of utmost importance.
This had always been his deepest thought, otherwise with his character, he would never have watched Tiffany marry George River.
It was because he couldn’t bear to lose, but also because Tiffany wasn’t that important, after all.
But it was Hannah’s words that night, "I will not co back again," that completely solidified his thoughts.
He could lose everything except for Hannah.
eting the young man’s deep eyes, Hannah shifted her gaze away and chuckled lightly, "They may not be important, but you can’t do without them, can you?"
This ti, Louis did not speak, offering no rebuttal, simply staring steadily at Hannah.
Stubbornly so.
*
The news of Louis Snyder auditioning for the second male lead in The Kite spread quickly.
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