His words were filled with bitterness.
Hannah looked up at the man in front of her, gazing into the depths of his eyes.
There was pure love and pure regret.
These two complex and intense emotions intertwined, making it particularly interesting.
He was so much like him.
She found it somewhat amusing and stopped the action of searching through her things. "Why would I want to take revenge on you?"
George River tugged at the corner of his mouth, his smile pale and weak. "Because you..."
Loved me?
A phrase that she could once declare with disdain now could not be uttered.
Had she really loved him?
"Hannah, whether you believe it or not," he paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and regained his voice. "I love you, that's true."
Hannah just glanced at him, then shook her head, "George River, I've told you, I don't want your love."
The anticipated answer still made it difficult for him to breathe.
