When his part in the filming was finally done, he hurried back for nothing else but to squat at Hannah's door like a pet eagerly waiting for its master's return.
He wanted nothing more, just for a glance from Hannah.
To capture just a look from her eyes.
Even if Hannah ignored him, he could always talk to himself, cheerful in a way he never was in front of others.
Then he pretended to ask casually, "Sis, are you expecting a visitor today?"
His eyes betrayed the unmistakable greenness and innocence of youth, but hidden in the shadows was a tide of deep, dark emotion.
He lifted his head and saw the girl's delicate beauty smiling at him coyly, her hand reaching out lazily toward him.
Before his mind could react, his body had already moved forward, exposing his most vulnerable neck to her.
She laughed, surprised by how this dark-hearted Little White had transformed into a gentle and harmless little white flower.
