No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1956: Hannah Extra (1)
If in the end, we must part ways, then there’s no need to begin.
The moment the sky was torn apart, accompanied by the smell of gunpowder, it felt like all the world’s sufferings were tilting toward her.
For Hannah, her whole life was adrift; the cruise ship that once sailed the sea shattered, leaving only a plank to keep her afloat.
Later, she could barely discern if this plank was salvation or shackle.
All she could do was strive to remain rational, to struggle not to lose herself amidst the chaos.
—If in the end, we must part ways, then there’s no need to begin.
This sentence wasn’t Hannah’s creed, nor any kind of life maxim, but merely her innermost attitude toward emotions.
She was not an extremist; she believed in the existence of true love in the world and that light will ultimately cascade, but she just didn’t believe it belonged to her.
Whether it was Archer or Arnold Simmons, the moment she met them, it was like walking alone in a silent alley, with the night misty and the drizzle lingering, accidentally looking up to see a rare star shining through the rainy sky.
A fleeting companionship, a brief possession, like a love for fireworks, is just a fondness for that moment of bloom.
This is what she had always believed.
Entering other people’s stories, for a whole six years, she met many people, good ones and bad ones alike, and among those who existed because of the plot, one was special.
Is love the same as liking?
She liked him, very much so, like a child holds a cherished doll, earnestly and wholeheartedly, just like this, and could only be like this.
At the moment when the six-year time story was forced to stop, she saw a lot, including Arnold Simmons’s tears.
Even in those final moments, he never let his eyes turn red in front of her, just as patiently talked to her as usual, accompanied her to watch the evening moon, and quietly took away the candy she hid under her pillow.
But he would always leave one, her favorite orange flavor.
For the six years that followed, she watched him walk alone through places they had once walked together or hadn’t yet had the chance to visit, viewing auroras, snow-covered mountains, and fields of common zinnia.
She thought time and scenery would fade away all memories of her in his mind.
Six years, too long, long enough for one to forget, long enough to bid farewell to the past, and long enough to start a new life.
On the journey, there’ll always be new sights, new people.
"The person I love, she’s waiting for me."
They were not married; when talking to others, he would always say "the person I love," and his eyes were like the deep blue sea, not concealing the stars, yet containing the starlight.
Love is the same way.
Because love remains as it always was, the soul of the loved one remains beside him.
The long journey, returning to the starting point, wasn’t an impulsive decision, just that those six years, he had seen the world’s scenery on her behalf.
So... let’s go.
The stars returned to the sky, and this love sank to the ocean floor, waiting to reunite when night falls again.
Ahead, red light spread across the ground, dragon and phoenix candles flickered on the desk, and outside, joyful lanterns were arranged and hung along the riverbank, with people setting off firecrackers, laughing, and offering blessings.
In Brunei, Hannah and Arnold Simmons held a traditional Chinese wedding and tied the knot.
In the yard, Dalian was excitedly circling the table.
