What should I call him?
He couldn't hear clearly, as if several strains of consciousness were tangled and pulling at each other.
Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, he opened his eyes and stared at the pure white ceiling. His voice was hoarse, "Hannah..."
Does he not want Vincent anymore?
A dark fog seemed to hang in the man's eyes.
*
Arnold Simmons had just hung up the phone when he heard the escalating screams coming from outside.
Even in the daylight, the flashes were still dazzling, causing many passersby to close their eyes instinctively and keep away from this group of fanatics.
But upon hearing the name being shouted by the crowd, they couldn't resist moving closer.
"It's Hannah Winter! I heard she will be returning from her tour via our airport today, I didn't expect it to be true!"
"Oh my god, hurry up and look, I heard Hannah is even more beautiful in person than on TV, I must see her with my own eyes today!"
"Hurry, otherwise you won't get a spot!"