The man's tone was one of care and indulgence, willing to drop his aloofness and coldness in front of a petite girl, a stark contrast to the unapproachable movie emperor when he is in public.
There was no longer any pretense.
Hannah closed the book in her hands and laughed, "Why does Mr.Qualls seem so certain that I will not succeed?"
The girl's words were naive, her eyes so clear that you could see right through them.
It was like the calm sea beneath the night sky, a blue so deep and mysterious, it seemed to entice those onshore to venture deeper.
A suffocating drowning, from which there was no escape.
In an instant, the fragments of sorrowful memories and despair seemed to emerge, and those clean eyes seemed to merge with the hopeless, agonized gaze of that person.
She questioned herself, "Why? Why are you all like this, treating me like a substitute, a toy you can discard at will? What am I lacking compared to her?"
