Fearing that she would be discovered and unable to leave, seeing Hannah's childlike side left him with no choice but to nod in agreement, handing her a mask and a scarf.
No sooner had she wrapped the scarf around her neck than Hannah took it off herself, "I don't want it; wearing this I won't be able to run fast."
Having said that, she ran out of the car.
Jack Stewart could only follow with the heart of an "old mother", not forgetting to remind the assistant to keep an eye on the car.
Today was a rare day of good weather in the winter. It wasn't raining and the sun made the grass look lush and green. If it weren't for the cold wind, one might actually think it was summer.
It wasn't long before Jack Stewart brought Hannah a kite in the shape of a butterfly.
It was the most common type, but Hannah touched it here and there as if seeing it for the first time.
Jack Stewart was curious, "Didn't you fly kites when you were young?"
