Hannah, "Don't count your chickens before they're hatched, Mr. Dixon."
Steven, "Hannah..."
Hannah ignored him, turning her head to look outside the car window, watching the cityscape fly by, a myriad of images flashing through her mind. She knew this city like the back of her hand, even better than her hometown.
After she came of age, she studied here, worked here, met the man she loved here, got married here, and lived here. She experienced all kinds of joys and endured countless unspeakable pains here.
Perhaps, that was the price of growing up.
Steven couldn't bear to see Hannah with a melancholic expression. He wanted to hold her, but feared her rejection, so he silently observed her every move.d2
His Hannah, who used to love him so much. She loved him so deeply that, in her prime, she wanted to bear his child. He had pushed her away with his damn recklessness.
He was the one to blame.
...
About half an hour later, the car slowly entered a villa district.
Hannah had never been here before, but she knew this place. Steven had told her before that he owned several villas here. He had even planned to register one under her name, but she had declined.
Steven said, "Hannah, after our divorce, I lived here."
He lied again. After sneakily buying the house Hannah wanted to sell, he mostly lived in the house they had shared, feeling that as long as he was there, his Hannah was still with him.
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