Clapping and turning her head, Hannah reached out to tug on Arnold's sleeve to join in.
Only then did Arnold shift his gaze from the little girl's fluffy head of hair and clapped along twice.
Hannah held her candied haw on a stick, biting into one, and savored it with exceptional joy.
Seeing her like this made Arnold unable to help feeling good himself, "Is it really that delicious?"
Hannah nodded her head, too busy eating to answer, with the sugar melted and sticking at the corner of her mouth, her eyes filled with smiles, warmer than the winter sun.
He curved his lips into a smile, taking a tissue to wipe her mouth.
The whole process was incredibly natural for Hannah, whereas Arnold couldn't help but have his ears turn red, forcing himself to look calm, "There."
He clenched the tissue in his palm.
Hannah continued to watch the performance.
