"Really?" Hannah said in disbelief, "Maybe you've been feeling unwell. You should go to the hospital for a check-up. You're only 19. You shouldn't be abusing your health like this. Otherwise, as you age, you'll become old rather quickly and by that time, the young girls out there won't like you anymore."
She jokingly smiled, her eyes and eyebrows curving in a laugh, radiating an exceptional charm.
It was like a warm spring breeze from the four seasons, touching her face gently.
However, perhaps only Arnold Simmons, who truly understood Hannah, could see the malice and cunning hidden in the depths of the girl's eyes, like a little fox playing a prank.
However, Louis Snyder didn't understand and was immersed in a face slightly similar to the moonlight in his memory, mumbling, "So, will you always like me?"
Will the love of a fan eventually fade away, what about you?
Would you always like me?