A full page, brimming with the girl's purest words and emotions.
Hannah read it carefully, stored it thoughtfully, and sighed, "It's so well-written, I just love when people praise me."
The weather was clear, with not a cloud in sight, and the sunshine was particularly brilliant, casting golden halos that settled in her eyes.
Like the shape of stars.
Roy Yarn thought so, gazing at her steadily for a while before coming back to his senses as their eyes met, his ears turning red.
He asked subconsciously, "Why do you like being praised by others so much?"
Actually, the question was quite awkward.
Because many people in this world like to be complimented, and no one likes to be scolded or criticized.
But to see someone as obsessed as Hannah, Roy Yarn had never encountered that before.
