No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1634 Main Text Complete
Those terrifying rumors have become promotional pictures for the place; gone is the desolation of the past, replaced by bustling crowds, so lively that there are even guided tours specifically for visiting here.
The crowd is noisy, discussing the rumors they heard along the way.
Someone brings up the story of the "siblings" from a century ago.
The tour guide vividly recounts the exaggerated tale, how thrilling and perilous it was.
Wayne Lane just offers a faint smile, walks past the crowd, and stays in the very room Hannah used to live in.
Most of the room’s arrangements are the same as in the past, with bricks still sealing the window. Except for a few details, everything endeavors to restore its former appearance.
But, in the end, something is still different.
Bitterness and nostalgia intertwine in his downcast eyes, only he continues to cherish those missed memories.
If only he had been braver back then...
But there are no what-ifs anymore.
Two days later, Wayne Lane left Bruce, following the tracks he once walked with Hannah to the next stop, but this time he was alone.
As spring gives way to autumn and flowers bloom and fade, the river of time flows on, with the cycles of life moving continuously, like a train with no known origin or destination.
Passengers come and go on the train, some merely nodding acquaintances, others companions for life.
...
This year, spring arrived particularly early.
In Blythe, on the newly cultivated land, vast expanses of golden rapeseed flowers sway in the wind, while sunlight sprinkles down, as if all beautiful things in the world are shining brilliantly.
In the fields, people chat, laugh, or joke around—scenes of diverse everyday life, simple and peaceful.
A little girl in a red cloak hops along a path, humming a nursery rhyme, her smile as soft as clouds in the sky.
When she sees people, she stops, smiles sweetly, and greets, "Hello there."
People return her smile warmly as they greet the little girl.
Facing the fiery morning sun, Hannah immediately spots the boy waiting for her at the crossroad.
Behind him, there’s a backdrop of golden afterglow, rising smoke, and picturesque scenery, like a lively, spirited youth forever captured in a painting.
He’s waiting for her to come home.
Hannah quickens her pace, her cloak’s hood falling to the wind, revealing a gentle, obedient smile.
She’s still catching her breath, standing in front of the boy and looking up, "Archer, have you been waiting for me to come home?"
"Mm, waiting for you to come home," the boy replies tenderly, eyes warm as he takes a small basket from the girl’s arms, "What pretty things did you find today?"
"It’s flowers, beautiful flowers. I want to plant them on the windowsill," the little girl says, gesturing with her hands, and as she looks up, her eyes shine with light. "Archer, let’s go find more beautiful flowers tomorrow, okay?"
She tilts her head, her palm resting on her soft cheek, smile tender and sweet.
Like the clouds in the sky wrapped in honey, about to sweeten your heart.
Archer smiles and takes her tender little hand, "Alright, we’ll go together tomorrow."
In the rice field, the wind rustles the wheat.
Walking on the golden afterglow on the ground, hand in hand, they head towards home.
"We’ll go to the mountain; Aunt Li next door said there’s a beautiful field of flowers there."
"And there will be lots of fireflies at night."
"Archer, let’s go there tonight..."
As the sun sets, the gentleness of the world tilts in the direction of light.
