Her face showed no emotion, only a pair of clear eyes where ripples began to stir.
People like them, even love was scarce; even if given out completely, it was but a small handful in the palm of their hands.
Arnold Simmons was stingy even to himself, yet he was still willing to present everything he had with both hands.
Hannah closed her eyes.
The memories were still of the familiar scenes.
Her mother said she loved her, and took away her loyalty.
Her father said he loved her, and took away her life.
She had once been adored, but when the flames of war swept past her, all that awaited her was an endless fall.
In the cyber-brain, Golden Lotus was joyfully flipping through the latest plot developments, incredibly pleased.
Once the female protagonist leaves the stage, the extent of the plot's collapse would reach ninety percent.
Golden Lotus happily closed the plot in its hands and turned to ask Hannah with immense excitement, "Master, can we go back soon?"
