But even so, Arnold Simmons perceived something different, uttering, "Nonsense."
As he spoke, his words were icy cold, looking as if he wanted to release his hold and put her down, but he was tightly embraced by the young girl in his arms.
The girl's voice was soft and tender, her eyes carrying the mesmerizing charm of the night, as she furrowed her brows, "I lost my shoe."
He looked down and, sure enough, saw Hannah only wearing a thin sock on one foot. Perhaps due to the chilly night wind, her toes were tightly curled, looking a little pitiful.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?"
He reckoned it must have dropped by the rocks.
Looking back, Arnold Simmons found his anger laughable, it was just a joke, yet he had taken it seriously.
Perhaps he couldn't bear to hear her speak about falling in love with someone else one day.