She knew that the moment she showed a hint of affection for Louis Snyder today, everything would instantly revert to how it was before, perhaps even more tragic than in the original plot.
People are like that.
What's not obtained is often most desired, especially applicable to scumbags.
The sun sets, a somewhat piercing residual orange glow filling the room. The greenery outside the window uncurled its leaves, everything was so beautiful as if time had stopped.
Not until the sun fully set, and the earth returned to silence, did Jinlian bring up the live-streaming interface nervously.
Before opening it, it asked Hannah one last time, "Master, are you sure we should start the broadcast?"
Hannah tapped its head with a comb and chuckled, urging it, "Hurry up."
Jinlian was still hesitant, "Will we be exiled?"
Hannah smiled softly, "No, we won't."
"But..."
"If you dare to but again, I'll pluck all your feathers."
The deviation of the plot is at 35%, surpassing the lowest limit.