She did not accept it.
George River instinctively looked down.
After two years of wind and rain, the color of the silk was no longer as vivid as it once was, even the writing had become quite blurred.
But if one looked closely, you could still faintly make out a few elegant and small characters.
—— Forever love between George River and Hannah Winter.
It was only a sentence made up of nine characters, yet it held the purest wish of a girl: to grow old with the one she loved.
The man's hand holding the red silk tightened slightly, even his body became a bit stiff, a hint of nostalgia and sadness welling up in his eyes.
He knew that Hannah Winter loved him, but he never knew, she genuinely wished to be with him forever.
He chuckled lightly, but it was tinged with sadness, "Hannah Winter, if I were not the President of the River Clan back then, and I hadn't given you five million, would you still wish to be with me forever?"
He inexplicably asked her this question.
