Hannah’s hand was held along with the umbrella ribs by him.
Under the canopy of this modest rain, the world beneath the umbrella seed like a separate little world.
No matter how noisy it was outside, within his line of sight, there was only his figure.
"Staring for so long," he said gently, "like it that much?"
His lips curved into a smile, his eyes reflecting a fragnted light, hazy, exuding a tender, lingering smile, as if the fine rain, like needles and silk threads, gradually wrapped around one’s heart.
Hannah averted her gaze, her lips straightened, "I wasn’t looking at you, just the rain."
Arnold Simmons chuckled, speaking slowly and deliberately, "Fine, you were looking at the rain." He then deliberately moved closer, his voice lowered, "Not at ."
Having said that, he laughed again.
Unbearably narcissistic.
Hannah shot him a glance before returning her attention elsewhere, asking, "What are you doing here?"
"Waiting for the bus."
The two had walked away from the bus station, following the crowd, and the road gradually widened.
Although it was still noon, the gloomy, rainy weather made it feel like late afternoon approaching dusk, with the sky dark and gloomy and a chilly wind carrying a piercing coldness.
Hannah rembered sothing, "The bus station at the school entrance doesn’t have a bus going to the north of the city, does it?"
She looked up at Arnold Simmons.
Arnold Simmons did not evade her gaze and t her eyes, "Actually, I was waiting for you."
That was the truth.
"Waiting for ?"
Although they would et up to do howork during holidays, they usually maintained a distance at school, interacting like unfamiliar classmates.
Arnold Simmons nodded, leading Hannah to the side of the road closer to the curb, "Have you encountered any strange people recently?"
"Strange people?" Hannah didn’t understand, "What counts as strange?"
Arnold Simmons clicked his tongue lightly, lifting the hand holding the umbrella slightly higher, allowing light to seep through, "Soone who... keeps pestering you."
He didn’t know how to describe it more specifically, nor did he na anyone.
Hannah looked at his profile and then shifted her gaze back to the road, "No."
Arnold Simmons didn’t ask further, escorting Hannah to the entrance of the school.
It was a ti when many people were returning.
Today’s heavy rain had everyone hurrying along, with no one distracted enough to notice them.
Hannah looked back at him, "Keep the umbrella, I’ll take it back next ti."
Arnold Simmons was about to say it was unnecessary when she had already dashed into the rain with her backpack straps in hand.
The rain wasn’t too heavy; the lush greenery on both sides of the neighborhood could sowhat shield against the wind and rain.
He looked up, his gaze landing on the slender figure until it disappeared completely, and then he turned around, carrying the umbrella, to leave.
From Number One Middle School back to the northern district takes at least forty minutes, so Arnold Simmons often spent his noon and after-school ti in the internet café at Willow Lane.
Today, Francis Evans and a few others were also there.
With the start of the school season, the internet café ca alive.
Hearing movent, Francis Evans glanced over, still busily engaged in his ga, "Where did you get that umbrella? Doesn’t look like sothing you’d use."
It wasn’t just Arnold Simmons; their group of boys had the habit of not bringing umbrellas when going out.
Moreover, the umbrella was adorned with a rabbit, clearly belonging to a girl.
"Borrowed from soone else," Arnold Simmons did not explain further, taking the opportunity to reply to a ssage while waiting for the computer to start up.
It was from Hannah, asking if he had gotten ho yet.
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