Struggling in the mire, she faced all the slander and beatings, those hateful gazes.
Despite harboring the same hatred as they did, they still preferred to see her suffer.
They said it was retribution, punishment, something she deserved.
All those days she had prayed for someone to stand by her side, she had walked through them alone.
Too much longing turns into resistance.
"Since we are friends, why not wish me godspeed?" she said with a smile, standing under the starlight.
The night fell on her, but the stars in her eyes weren't extinguished, nor could the smile between her brows be suppressed.
Loneliness turned away, silent.
Hannah lowered her gaze and turned around.
She was leaving.
Sixth Hoffman had prepared the starship for her.
This time, it was a journey just for her.
She knew Arnold Simmons would guess her intention, so she had calculated it all from the first day they met.
By the time he woke up, it should already be three days later.
