The fingers hanging by her side curled up, and the frenzied cheer of the fans filled her ears.
At this moment, Louis Snyder had to admit, Hannah, on the stage, was truly shining.
Even if it were just a fleeting sparkle like that of a shooting star, it was enough to etch an unforgettable image into one's memory.
The deafening cheers of the fans echoed in his ears, all shouting the same name, seemingly entranced.
——Hannah Winter.
The girl who once willingly stayed and cooked for him in a rundown house seemed to have transformed overnight.
She had escaped his control.
Becoming, so bright, so dazzling.
At this moment, he finally soberly realized—Hannah Winter was no longer his alone.
There were more people who liked her, loved her, and willingly protected her.
Even without him, she could live a better life.
The cheers hitting his ears repeatedly assaulted the mental walls of the stubborn youth who lived in his own world, revolving only around himself.
