In the set dressed as a prison canteen, Martin walked forward with his overcoat draped over his arm, his seemingly calm face bore the weight of decades, appearing reserved and introverted.
One could tell at a glance that this was an old man with troubles on his mind.
Not far across from him, Kate, with her graying hair, sat at a table, her aged face having changed shape, only vaguely recognizable as Kate Winslet.
She quietly watched the approach of the once-young man, her eyes flashing with discomfort, her expression filled with self-doubt.
Hannah's tumultuous life had all converged upon her weathered face.
Their eyes met, as if spanning decades of time.
Martin nodded slightly, pulled out a chair, and sat opposite Kate.
As their gazes locked, Kate nervously extended her hand inch by inch forward…
Martin took her hand.
