It's a pity that despite craning their neck and looking around several times, they couldn't see anyone. It's not surprising they blamed it on the exaggeration of others. After all, where in the world can one find a person so beautiful that they captivate at first glance?
They returned home, disheartened.
As the drink slips into the glass, under the reflection of the light, there's a moment when it looks as thick as blood.
Even when a tall figure appears before her, Hannah doesn't lift her head, but lazily leans her head, her gaze focused on the red wine in the glass.
George River remains silent for a long while. When he finally speaks, his voice is hoarse and gravelly, "Hannah."
She raises her head, but her gaze lands on the fountain in the courtyard outside the window. The wine glass gently sways, and the fingers pinching the glass are as delicate as scallions, seeming to have been dyed with the cold of the wine glass.
