Matthew Quach was seventeen when he developed an interest in the directing industry.

His first teacher was Jack Stewart.

Two years after Hannah had left, Arnold Simmons handed over the foreign film company and studio to Jack Stewart.

Jack merged the studio and the film company, retained Hannah’s name, and bought all the copyrights of Hannah’s films and dramas.

In just two years, the company had become a benchmark in the industry.

Jack no longer acted as an agent or a director.

People offered him high prices to make films, but he refused directly.

In his life, the only movie heroine he had was Hannah.

The company didn’t sign any newcomers for many years.

The only "newcomer" was John Lynch, who was signed by Hannah back then.

The once bullied kid had now become a new powerhouse actor in the entertainment industry.

He stayed.

All these years, he stayed in Jack’s company.

At the award ceremony, when the host asked him whom he was most grateful to in his life, he mentioned just one name, Hannah.

She was the person who gave him a new life.

That year, under the night sky, the girl who appeared amidst the lights pulled him out of the mire completely.

It was like a spectacular fireworks show in a dream.

No matter how many times that question was asked, there would only be one answer: Hannah.

Hannah had left, but it seemed like she hadn’t.

Because people still remembered her.

*

It was the sixth year after Hannah had left.

Arnold went to Antarctica.

He saw the auroras that Hannah had always longed to see.

This was his last stop.

December.

Last year at this time, Big Circle had also passed away.

Bearing human-like sensibility, perhaps realizing something, it had been gloomy every day since Hannah left, not even touching its favorite food.

So Arnold started taking it on trips with him.

They traveled through many places together.

Until it became too sick to walk anymore.

It refused to take medicine or get injections.

Arnold brought it back home, back to Hannah’s favorite rose garden.

It curled up, guarding a clear glass bottle.

Inside were dead leaves, withered flowers, and colorful feathers—

gifts it had intended for Hannah.

It lay in the nest Hannah had made for it, breathing shallowly and watching the direction of the door.

It seemed to still be waiting for that person to appear suddenly, to pat its head and say, "Big Circle, you’ve gained weight; you need to diet."

It whimpered softly, then slowly closed its eyes.

It never got to see its owner again, nor that playful young one who often teased it.

After Big Circle’s death, Arnold was truly left alone.

In six years, he had traveled through many places.

He liked to go out at night.

Because by just looking up, he could see the stars.

Hannah had no grave or headstone because she said she was afraid of being alone in the ground, afraid of the dark, and of the cold.

Arnold scattered her ashes into the sea.

Because whenever night fell, the stars would fall into the sea.

December 30.

Arnold settled the salaries for all the servants in the villa, then stayed alone in his room.

Lying on her favorite recliner, he quietly talked to her about the places he had been to over these six years.

"...I went back to Sullivan District, stayed in the foothills. The old lady who lived there two years ago passed away, buried next to her beloved husband. Her son said that with the loyalties beside their graves, they would meet again."