As he read halfway through, he brought up a past event, "That year, you promised to come see my debut night, you agreed so earnestly, and yet, in the end, I received your 'death notice'."
Of course, the death notice was fake.
It was a scheme arranged by Arnold Simmons.
Because it was just him taking advantage of the situation, naturally, he couldn't inform Hannah in advance.
Now thinking about it, he felt guilty.
He tightened his hold on her, embracing her and pressing his cheek against hers, "Hmm, it was my fault, I made you worry."
Hannah shook her head, turned her face, and met his eyes directly.
Beautiful like the deep sea under the moonlit night, one look could make a person fall into its depths.
She liked it so much, she couldn't help but peck at his thin lips several times, until those lips also took on an alluring rosy red. She then pushed him away with a smile.
