Arnold Simmons caught a glimpse of the tear-filled eyes of the girl in his arms, fragile and pitiful like a pear blossom in the rain. He couldn't help but sigh softly, "You started this, why are you crying now?"
He reached over to wipe the tears from the girl's face, but was pushed away.
Hannah couldn't help but sob, her eyes filled with both grievance and sadness, "Then explain to me, what does it mean? Why was it in your bathroom, did you two do something?!"
Arnold Simmons didn't explain but just pulled the girl into his embrace, calming her flailing hands while using his other hand to wipe her tears.
She lifted her head to look at him, and rubbed her tears onto his shirt collar as if to vent her feelings.
Having cried so fiercely just now, she couldn't help but hiccup, her body feeling slightly warm.
"Arnold Simmons, have you fallen out of love with me?"
