Chapter 102: The Broken Leg

The landscape print, rarely seen on qipao designs, was generally like an ink painting, simple yet grand, but few could don it without seeming bland. Yet after Hannah slipped into it, she looked like a timeless beauty just stepped out from an old, yellowed photograph.

With her head bowed, she was holding a mobile phone, tapping lightly on the screen. Soon, she had sent a message.

—— There's a guest speaker at school today, and I got a new dress. It looks wonderful on me. Would you like to see it?

No reply.

Hannah pouted, furrowed her brows, saw a few people in the distance, and fervently tapped a message onto her phone.

——George River will be there too.

Soon after, she received a reply.

——Wait. If I find out you're sneaking behind my back, flirting with others, I'll break your legs.

This was the longest message Arnold Simmons has sent to Hannah in a long time.