Her hair was slightly ssy from the running earlier, with strands at her forehead dampened by raindrops, and a hint of moisture on her shoulders.
She was panting lightly and shook her head, "I’m alright."
The place they took shelter from the rain was an ancient-style structure in the park, sowhat resembling a traditional residential compound. It was spacious with rooms interconnected one after another, inside of which, nurous unique rocks were placed for people to admire.
Continuing further inside were covered walkways and pavilions, an artificial pond dug in the center, populated with many carps, and a simple log bridge stretched across it. The clusters of bamboo groves made the environnt look all the more refined, attracting many to take photos on regular days.
Of course, there were also quite a few people taking shelter from the rain now.
"Looks like we won’t be able to leave for a while," Hannah glanced at the weather outside.
The downpour showed no sign of letting up, with the sound of rain nearly drowning out all other noise and commotion.
Arnold Simmons leaned against the side, his delicate eyelashes pressing against his dark eyes that carried a hint of a smile, "You sure picked a great day to go out."
Hannah sat beside him, her small fra almost entirely obscured by his, "I just wanted to give you the howork earlier, worried you wouldn’t finish it over the weekend."
Eighteen sets of papers, plus six workbooks, along with dictation and a collection of mistakes to be corrected – completing all this howork in one weekend would be a difficult task in itself.
So, ti was even more of the essence.
"I’ve told you before, I don’t do howork," he replied.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter.
Smoking was not allowed indoors, so he fiddled with the lighter in his hand.
The silver steel lighter made a crisp clinking sound as it opened and closed.
Hannah raised her head to look at the rain and then at him, remaining silent for a mont before asking, "Arnold, have you really decided not to go to college?"
The movent of his hand playing with the lighter paused.
Outside the covered walkway, the curtain of rain connected with the lake, stirred up into liveliness, with carps jumping as if playing in the water.
It was very quiet around them; the people who were taking shelter had all moved further inside, dispersing into various places, leaving the outermost room they were in empty.
Arnold Simmons pulled at the corner of his mouth, his gaze downward, dim in spirit, "Good student, do you think everyone is like you?"
"Like in what way?" Hannah tugged at the hem of his clothes.
The rain outside was cold, carrying the chill continually blowing in through the window.
Arnold reached over to close the window and sat down next to Hannah, not explaining the earlier topic, only saying, "It’s nothing."
Both of them fell silent.
Hannah lowered her head, staring blankly at her shoes, while Arnold leaned back, gazing at the torrential rain outside the window.
The room temperature was very low, only lit by a not so bright lamp overhead, and every few ters, a unique rock was placed, the smallest roughly the size of a basketball.
It didn’t feel so noticeable when they first entered, but now looking at these stones made Hannah feel even colder.
She set the gift box she had been carrying aside and zipped up her jacket all the way, tucking her hands into her pockets.
The October in Hae City was usually marked with bright, sunny days; even sudden downpours like this weren’t unusual, but this one was exceptionally cold.
Half an hour passed and the rain showed no sign of abating.
The distant rumble of thunder could still be heard from the horizon.
"Cold?" Arnold leaned back, his posture relaxed, a faint smile on his face as he looked at Hannah, who seed to be curling into a ball beside him.
There was still so distance between them, neither too far nor too close.
Hannah rubbed her cold nose and nodded, "A little."
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