Chapter 109: Selected

This time, the girl finally responded, realizing her composure had been lost. She dared not look at Hannah's face anymore, quickly lowering her head and sidestepping to make way, "I'm... sorry."

"No problem."

Her gentle words fell softly into the girl's ear, and she took a small step to descend the stairs.

Perhaps it was due to the dim lighting in the auditorium, Hannah walked extremely carefully and slowly, her head bowed, her hand lightly pressing against her chest. As she moved, her graceful figure swayed like a willow in the wind, embodying a carefree laziness.

Reaching the middle, she suddenly looked up at the man on the stage.

George River seemed to sense something and looked up.

Eyes met, like the rhythmic dripping of rainwater on cobblestones after a storm.

There was a faint smile in her eyes, as she emerged from the darkness and faced the light.