"Archer, don't think about sneaking off with me," Hannah said, plucking at the long hairs on the carpet.
Archer tied a butterfly knot on a rope, "I won't."
After tying her hair up, Hannah shook her head from side to side, then slowly turned around while pulling the quilt, "But you secretly tracked me last time."
The firelight made the young girl's eyes exceptionally bright.
Like mirrors, they reflected people's truest selves.
Archer dared not look into her eyes and instead stared at the fire. "Did I?"
"Yes, you did," Hannah tugged on his sleeve. "It was the time I picked you up, and you pretended to be Maiden Snail, even baked sweet potatoes for me."
As his sleeve was tugged, Archer could only turn his head.
The youth's features were delicate, though not fully mature, they still possessed a raw, charming beauty under the warm light.
"I didn't pretend to be Maiden Snail," he explained in a light, helpless tone.
