Arnold Simmons lowered his head, his nose lightly brushing against her cheek, inhaling the faint, elusive fragrance. His voice was slightly deep, "Tired?"
"Mhm." A somewhat hoarse and soft nasal voice, Hannah found a comfortable position, nodded her head, and then closed her eyes.
Arnold then pulled over a blanket that was prepared nearby and covered the young girl, holding her in his arms, carefully gripping her soft, small hands.
In the darkness, his gaze was focused and tender.
Outside the window, the night was cool and clear. Even the cold of winter couldn't stop people's enthusiasm, as affectionate couples and groups of friends were visible everywhere.
Back then, he had been alone, indifferent in his heart despite the noise around him.
His feelings were scarce, love even more so, scarce to the point that he had never thought about companionship until he met the young girl in his arms.
Embracing the person in his arms, waves of warmth continuously spread into his heart.
