Hannah leaned into his embrace, nodding slightly.
From an unseen angle, the corners of her mouth almost betrayed her hidden smile.
The temperature dropped quickly at night, and when Hannah came up, she only wore long sleeves and pants, without grabbing a coat.
At first, she didn't notice it, but now when the wind blew, she felt a bit cold.
She couldn't help but snuggle closer into Arnold Simmons's embrace, almost hiding her entire self inside and tightly clutching the clothes at his waist.
They were made of a soft cotton sweatshirt which felt very comfortable rubbing against her.
Sensing the movements of the petite girl in his arms, Arnold Simmons couldn't help but smile, although he suppressed it a moment later.
The delicate person in his embrace was soft, occasionally fidgeting as if she was a cat choosing the perfect spot for a nap, and from time to time, she would lazily yawn.
Even just holding her like this, he would never find it tedious.
