The tourists who come here love it too.
Right now, there are many people waiting nearby.
"Here to see fireflies?" Arnold Simmons lowered his head and looked at the little girl nestled in his arms, reaching out to lightly brush her slightly flushed cheek.
His fingertips were cool, and as soon as they touched her, she opened her eyes.
Her gaze was still a little dazed, her voice soft and gentle, "Are the fireflies here?"
Arnold couldn't help but laugh, "Not yet. Keep sleeping, I'll wake you when they come."
Hannah nodded groggily, turned around, and hugged his waist, almost burying her whole self into his embrace.
Soft and warm, like a drowsy cat basking in the sunlight, lazy and completely unguarded.
Arnold's lips curled into a smile, and he lowered his head to plant a light kiss on her forehead.
All around, whispers could be heard, mostly from tourists visiting the area.
Brave children from the local village were running into the woods with their watch dogs.
