Hannah lifted her head and reached out to catch the falling raindrops, and the moon also fell into her eyes.
George watched her intently, memories surged, filled with bitterness.
She smiled slightly, withdrew her hand to her back, took a step back, and stood under the eave, "First love? I think what we had was merely a pure monetary transaction."
George instinctively frowned, words unspoken, as Hannah pulled out an envelope from her bag first.
She said, "This contains the five million you originally gave me, not a cent more, not a cent less. Take it back."
George paused, his lips lost all color, his fingertips trembling as he clenched them in his palm, deeply imprinting marks. "What do you mean by this?"
Hannah looked into his eyes and spoke softly, "Don't overthink; those five million were what you gave me, the card is also yours, the PIN hasn't changed, it's written on the card."
This was her final pride.
She had never touched that five million.
