She had thought there would be a fierce battle.
It was such a waste that she had dressed so beautifully for nothing.
So cold!
Arnold Simmons walked up to Hannah, his long peach blossom eyes quietly gazing at the tightly closed gate of the campus in front of them, deep and unreadable.
He inserted his hand into his pocket, clenched and then let go. Finally he extended it, feeling the cool night breeze.
He looked down to see the fluffy head beside him. In a moment, the darkness in his eyes seemed to recede slightly, "How come you didn't wear something warmer when going out?"
Hannah gritted her teeth, so cold that her voice trembled, "Who would know that you would bring me to this godforsaken place in the middle of the night?"
Arnold Simmons found it amusing, as the girl now seemed a bit like a rabbit shivering in the cold wind, her soft fur ruffled by the gust.
"I attended high school here, like you, and used the backdoor too."
