The person inside was Jackie Qualls.
The man had probably just taken a shower and was only wearing a loose deep-gray pajama, with a white towel draped over his neck. His hair was still dripping water, and when he saw the person standing outside the door, a light seemed to flash in his eyes.
"Hannah?"
Hannah herself was taken aback, looking up at the room number — 609.
She must have just woken up and was still a bit groggy, mistaken the floor level.
"Sorry, wrong room."
As she turned to leave, Jackie came after her, his eyes landing on a red mark on the girl's neck.
Despite having acted for many years, he was not oblivious.
Even if he had already suspected in his heart, the reality was still more shocking than he imagined. He tugged at the corner of his mouth, a bitter smile on his face, "Did you take the day off to see him?"
Hannah turned her head, looking at the man in front of her, "I met a lot of people today, which one are you referring to?"