As he spoke, he looked at the red silk in Hannah's hand as if he had found evidence. "If you really have no feelings for me as you said, why would you make me take it down?"
If she really had no feelings left, why would she have gone to the trouble of letting him see the words written on the red silk?
He did not believe it.
Hannah's gaze fell on the man, her frosty fingertips slowly slid up the man's chest, finally lightly lifting his chin, her red lips slightly parted, and she softly said, "Because, I want to see what the domineering boss in the novel looks like climbing a tree."
George River frowned, not understanding Hannah's words.
"I was lying to you." Hannah shook her head and the smile at the corners of her lips faded. "Whether this peach tree can protect a marriage or not, living for a hundred years has made it sacred. Some people's names are not worthy of hanging on it."
The blessings that the original owner had painstakingly obtained were not deserved by some people.
