"You're with someone else now, aren't you?"
This question seemed to drain all his strength, light as a feather falling silently onto the surface of water.
Hannah raised her hand and gently pressed the boy's arm through a thin layer of clothing, then slowly withdrew her own hand, her red lips parting slightly to let out cool words, "What of it?"
The words were too heartless, colder than the night wind by three degrees.
As if opening up someone's chest and freezing the blood inside to ice.
The boy suddenly burst into tears.
His eyes became even clearer and more transparent, resembling a large and harmless pet naturally free of malice, now pitifully hoping someone would take him in.
With a hoarse voice, he lowered himself in anticipation of Hannah's softening heart, "Sister, don't treat me this way. Break up with him, please. What he can give you, I can give you one day too..."
Whether it was the boy's gentle voice or his innocent eyes, both were too deceptive.
