At this mont, in the adjacent room to the press conference, there was a large screen directly broadcasting scenes from the conference. Daniel Harris sat on the sofa chair watching the screen.
He liked peace and quiet, and generally disliked attending such press conferences. However, the novel "Sound of the Wind" was different for him, because the character Liam Xenos in the novel was too reminiscent of his younger self. So today, he watched the press conference directly from the adjacent room.
After hearing Mabel Quinn’s answer, a thoughtful look unconsciously flashed through his eyes.
Years ago, if it hadn’t been for that village where he stayed during his last sumr there, and Grace accompanying him, making him realize that even as a blind person, he wanted to fight to control his destiny and beco strong. However, who would have known that at the beginning, he once felt that his life was aningless.
No one had pointed out this fact over the years, but today, it was unexpectedly revealed by this woman he had encountered once in the conference room, which really caught him by surprise.
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After the press conference ended, there was a banquet, but although it was supposed to be a al, not many people were actually eating. Most were still reporters surrounding so key people in the production team, asking questions.
The banquet was in a buffet style. After eating a bit, Mabel Quinn slipped out, planning to get so fresh air outside. Today, Morningstar chose to hold the press conference at a famous restaurant in J City. Morningstar was generous enough to book the entire three floors of the restaurant.
Behind the restaurant, there was a small garden, with winding paths and tranquility, in stark contrast to the bustle inside the restaurant. As Mabel walked, she unknowingly wandered to the depths of the garden, where she suddenly saw a tall figure sitting on a stone bench, resting with eyes closed. That elegant and charming face was precisely the man with eye pain she had encountered in the Morningstar conference room last ti.
It was as if he heard her approaching footsteps, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and his gaze gave Mabel an intense feeling for a mont.
"Is it you?" Daniel Harris said, clearly recognizing Mabel Quinn as well.
"Sorry, I didn’t an to disturb you," Mabel said as she approached.
"It’s nothing, this place isn’t mine alone anyway," he replied, the sharpness in his eyes gradually fading away.
"Are your eyes feeling better?" she stepped forward and asked, her gaze involuntarily falling on his eyes. For so reason, looking at his eyes always reminded her of the boy she had t in the village.
She recalled the first ti she saw that boy in the village, marveling at how he had such beautiful eyes, but it was a pity that such beautiful eyes couldn’t see anything. Back then, she loved to draw his eyes with a pencil, always wanting to capture the beauty of such a pair of eyes.
But every ti she finished drawing, she was unsatisfied, always feeling she couldn’t capture that beauty.
"They’re better," he said.
"That’s good. If your eyes feel uncomfortable sotis, you can use a warm towel to compress them. But from the way you looked last ti, it’s best to seek dical attention promptly," she advised.
"My eyes have been an old problem," he said. For him, this pain was nothing; being able to see light and the person he wanted to see was enough, "You seem to really like looking at my eyes," he suddenly remarked.
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