Hannah Winter died during a rainy season, with the endless drizzle seeming as though it wished to wash away all the bloodshed and chaos from this world.
She had neither relatives nor friends.
Her battered body turned into a handful of ashes. It wasn't until the final day before the notice ended that a mysterious person claimed her remains and took them back to her hometown.
That person was Hayes Edwards.
They were all just unimportant characters, scattered pieces of a past, and conclusions told in a few words.
In the end, their lives were nothing more than a walk-on role in someone else's story.
Hayes Edwards stopped in his tracks, his emotions fleeting in his eyes before he stepped back to Hannah's side, "Hannah Winter, are you for real?"
Without waiting for an answer, he sighed, stretched lazily, and said indifferently, "Whatever, it's not like it's anything important, just forget it."
After all, she belonged to someone else now.