The tourists who co 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 co."
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.
In the woods, glimpses of fireflies could already be seen—a tiny speck of light, flickering on and off like crushed stardust floating in the air.
As the night went deeper, fewer people remained.
So lost their patience and left early, while others waited quietly in the shadows, switching off their flashlights.
When the moon descended onto the treetops, Hannah finally saw the fireflies she had been longing for.
In the sky, there were falling stars; on earth, there were drifting fireflies.
Dim, shimring lights landed gently in her palm, fluttering their wings. When a cool breeze ca, they scattered away in all directions.
They were like floating starlight, close enough to reach out and touch.
It was the first ti that Grace and Arnold had seen a scene like this, and they were so excited that they bounced around on the ground, foolishly tilting their heads in hopes a firefly would land on their noses, standing completely still.
Hannah crouched down to examine a firefly resting on a leaf, "It looks like it’s injured."
The firefly’s light reflected on her side profile; her clear, bright eyes were like dew on the leaves, and the small crease in her brows seed to express worry.
Arnold crouched down beside her. His tall fra made it look as though the position was sowhat awkward and cramped.
Following the direction of her finger, he spotted the firefly perched on the leaf.
It was pulsing on and off, its glow very distinct.
"It’s not injured," he said.
Hannah rested both hands on her knees, her head leaning on them, turning to look at him, "How do you know?"
She lowered her voice, speaking in soft whispers to avoid startling the nearby fireflies.
Arnold thought she was too adorable—adorable to the point where he wanted to pull her into his arms.
But there were still people around.
He cleared his throat lightly, suppressing the emotions in his eyes, then reached out to gently wave his hand.
The firefly on the leaf flitted back into the air.
"It was probably resting," Arnold explained further.
Hannah: "..."
She had just reached out her hand to pick up the leaf where the firefly had been resting.
Her hand stretched out but didn’t touch the leaf. Instead, Grace ran over and nudged her palm.
Grace spoke, "Hannah, look! Have I grown bigger yet?"
Hannah responded, "Nope."
Grace let out a dramatic wail and dashed away heartbroken.
Hannah withdrew her hand and tucked both hands into her chest, squatting on the ground to see if there were any other stranded fireflies.
Arnold followed closely by her side, his gaze never once leaving her face, "What are you looking for?"
Hannah pursed her lips, her cheeks puffing slightly, "I’m looking to see if there are other fireflies resting."
She turned her back on him, leaving Arnold facing the rounded back of her head.
Arnold chuckled and coaxed her in a low voice, "How about I catch one for you?"
Nearby, many people were catching fireflies, putting them into jars, poking a few holes in the lid so they could take them ho.
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