No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1572: What is Missing

Hannah returned the words Wayne Lane had said when they first entered to him, smugly asking him, "Are you scared?"

Wayne Lane glanced at her sideways and saw the smile on her face, like a fox and yet like a cat.

Lazy, always appearing proud and self-satisfied.

In short, she was smiling very happily.

A blockage formed at Wayne Lane’s chest, as if he had been thumped several times, then he remembered Professor Lawrence’s advice.

He was already an adult; he shouldn’t quarrel with a child.

So, he replaced his retort with a more steady statement, "One must always be cautious."

They had already gone upstairs. The situation on the upper floor was similar to the lower one, old voice-activated lights, a corridor that ran straight down, with tightly adjacent doors on both sides, oppressive and stuffy.

Hannah shook the keys in her hand and tilted her head to look at Wayne Lane’s expression, "Wayne Lane, do you know what you look like right now?"

Wayne Lane stopped at the door with one hand on the backpack strap over his right shoulder and asked her, "What do I look like?"

She said with a beaming smile, "Like a nagging old man."

Wayne Lane paused.

But Hannah had already used the key to open the door, waving at him, "Time to rest, bye."

After she spoke, the door closed.

The words Wayne Lane was about to say got stuck in his throat, and he stood silently at the door for a long time, waiting until he was sure he could hear Hannah’s footsteps inside before he went back to his own room directly across the hall.

As the door closed, the voice-activated light in the corridor flickered a few times, its feeble light unable to dispel the darkness at the end of the hallway.

The dark color was like layer upon layer of dense nets, continually expanding outwards, growing wildly as the lights went off, finally stopping at a small open space in front of Hannah and Wayne Lane’s doors.

In the distance, at the end, there seemed to be the sound of someone laughing.

Like crushed dry leaves, eerie and dark.

Hannah slept in this narrow and somewhat shabby room rather well, except for the lack of hot water. Everything here was quite satisfactory.

At least it was much better than the life she had when wandering outside.

Wandering outside...

Somehow, Hannah thought of Bruley again.

That cursed planet, according to legend.

Her memory was somewhat fuzzy, yet very clear.

Everything that happened on Bruley, as long as she could recall it, even down to every sentence, every person, she remembered clearly.

But she always felt like something was missing.

Like a beautifully illustrated fairy tale book, with colored illustrations, but when you excitedly read halfway, you discover that some pages are missing.

Yet the book had no signs of torn pages.

So, Hannah didn’t even know if she had truly lost her memory.

She sighed in relief and covered her slightly feverish face with her hand.

After calming down for a while, she reached out to pull open the curtains by the bed.

When the curtain was pulled back, Hannah was slightly startled.

Unexpectedly, the scene outside the window was neither the view below nor the scenery further away, but was bricked up with reddish bricks, even plastered over with cement.

A faint light shone through the cracks. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Hannah looked outside but couldn’t see anything.

She could just faintly smell the scent of rotting wood.

Very stuffy.

Hannah tried pushing it with her hand but couldn’t move it.

She studied it alone for a while until there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?"

"It’s me, Wayne Lane."

Only then did Hannah turn around to open the door.

Wayne Lane had come to get Hannah to go out for breakfast.

He really didn’t feel at ease leaving Hannah alone in this strange hotel.

Hannah didn’t hurry to go out.