Jack Stewart looked like he wanted to eat someone alive, scaring the nearby children to tears. Each one of them cried out for their mothers, the only exception being Matthew Quach, who nodded in agreement.
With a face feigning mature coolness, he said, "Hmm, I see."
Under the tree.
Hannah playfully tugged at her kite, her actions somewhat childish, her smile pure and innocent.
Unfortunately, the words she spoke were as piercing as the thorns of a rose, "George River, I remember telling you not to bother me again."
George's expression remained unchanged as he changed the subject, "You like kite flying. When we go back, I can buy you many. We have a large yard at home where you can play all day without anyone daring to disturb you, except for me."
He spoke as if talking to himself.
Hannah glanced at him, her red lips slowly blossoming into a faint smile, her voice light, "Are you still half asleep?"
