In the moment he awaited a reply, his heart was tormented, his fingertips burning and trembling with discomfort. He feared Hannah would turn and leave, yet also feared she would nod in agreement and, one day, lose patience and abandon him.
A comparison turned the torment into fear.
Like deceiving oneself by covering one's ears, he only wanted to cover his ears and run away.
Even manners were forsaken.
In those brief seconds, his heart and thoughts had fled, but his body remained in place.
As if fixed by someone's spell.
"I don't lack for labor, what does your health matter?" Hannah jumped down from the table, "Come on, little monk."
Qingyu widened his eyes, "You… you really want to take me with you?"
Hannah walked to the door and looked back at him, "Don't you want to leave? Or do you need to pack your bags? Go pack then, I'll wait here for you."
With that, she found a place to sit.
Having just sat down, she urged him, "Hurry up."
Qingyu was stunned in place.
