Hannah didn't want to deal with his suddenly scattered thoughts, shaking her head, "It's very late, I need to rest. If you want to continue staying here, you'll probably make the headlines tomorrow."
The last sentence shattered the original plan George River had in mind.
For once, he didn't persist, simply leaving a remark as he turned to leave, "Hannah, I don't believe that things between us are really over. Even if you've given up, I won't."
George River got the answer he wanted.
But such late and fickle affection, nobody would care about it.
Hannah was about to close the door when, at the same time, a soft creak came from the firmly shut door opposite.
"Sister."
The youth's soft voice seemed somewhat abrupt in the silent hallway but was easily overlooked.
Hannah stopped her motion, pushed the door open, and looked across.
