She looked over, her curled eyelashes like butterfly wings, bringing with them a whistling north wind that blew straight into his heart.
George River's eyes were already full of red blood vessels, gone was his usual grace and composure, with a hint of madness for love, unable to utter a single word of rebuttal.
Hannah looked into his eyes directly, "George River, I ask you, if I still loved you like before, recklessly and without care, would you still come before me today and say 'I love you'?"
The man was silent for a long time, his clenched hands slowly relaxed, he moved his pale lips mockingly, "So, you really have no feelings, not even a bit of yearning for me?"
