No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1618: Lend it to me for a while

"I’ll be okay... I’ll be okay..."

She repeated these words over and over again.

Hannah no longer paid attention to her, and stood up to leave the tent.

Not far away, Arnold Simmons was waiting for her.

Hannah walked over and wrapped her arms around Arnold’s waist, burying herself in his embrace.

Arnold gently rubbed her head, comforting her without speaking, just quietly holding her.

The night pressed in, and campfires could be faintly seen flickering around. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

There were no stars visible in the night sky, and the occasional cold wind mixed with moisture indicated, as Gregory Lawrence had predicted, that heavy snow would fall in a few days.

This was the border, where a blizzard was very likely to evolve.

They had to break through the empire’s defenses before then.

"Arnold, after we get our revenge, shall we leave this place?" Hannah still buried in his embrace without rising, as if wanting to hide her whole being.

Arnold tightened his embrace, shielding her from the night’s cold wind, and spoke in a low voice, "Sure, we’ll go wherever you want."

As long as they could always be together, that was enough.

His wish had always been simple.

At night, Hannah stood up and stepped out of the tent.

At this time, except for those on guard duty, everyone else was resting. The campfire in the center of the camp crackled loudly, annoyingly so.

Hannah walked over, her toe nudging a stone on the ground and gently kicking it; the stone flew and fell into the campfire, sparking a shower of sparks.

Wayne Lane frowned from the side, holding his long sword in his arms, still sitting as stable as a mountain.

Hannah looked at him, "It shouldn’t be your turn to keep watch tonight, should it?"

Wayne closed his eyes, his voice calm, "I don’t trust anyone else."

"Fine." Hannah didn’t ask further, "You like standing guard, then stand. Do me a favor."

Wayne opened his eyes, confusion in his gaze, "What?"

In the wanderer’s camp, he couldn’t think of anything that he could help Hannah with.

Hannah walked over, looked down at him, "Lend me your sword."

Wayne paused, looked up at her.

Under the night sky, the firelight reflected in her eyes, showing a hint of a smile, yet it revealed no warmth.

Wayne remembered how Hannah had previously seized his sword as a "hostage," so he tentatively spoke, "Can I refuse?"

Hannah curved her lips, smiling at him, "You can."

Wayne hesitated for a moment, but still handed over the long sword in his hand.

Hannah took it, stood up, "Don’t worry, I will return it to you."

Watching her figure disappear into the night, Wayne then withdrew his gaze, bowing his head.

The deeper the night, the colder the temperature, the forest ominously silent except for the rustling leaves and unrecognizable bird calls, making it feel even more lonely.

Hannah, holding Wayne’s long sword, didn’t go far; she stood under a tree bathed in moonlight.

Someone was approaching from behind, as if prearranged.

Both were aware of the other’s presence, yet neither spoke.

Emma noticed the long sword in Hannah’s embrace, and stopped three steps away, not moving forward, "You knew I would come?"

The man’s voice was clear and calm, yet not without fluctuations.

Hannah turned around, facing the long-unseen old friend, her eyes devoid of nostalgia or sighs, just an insincere smile barely reaching her eyes, "Emma is in my hands, of course you had to come."

"I heard you are getting married, I haven’t had the chance to congratulate you yet," she said with a smile.

Wayne looked up, meeting her gaze.