When he doesn't smile, his dark eyes seem even deeper, like the icy surface of the sea under the night sky of winter.
The churning sea sends the chill to the world of men.
But Hannah knows him too well, even from the first time they met when he appeared so aloof and indifferent, what she thought was only how to pull him off his pedestal.
Compared to a few years later, the current Arnold Simmons still carries the greenness of youth.
Even though it's slight, it can still be captured by Hannah.
She's not afraid of him at all, "What if I can't say it?"
"Can't say it?" Arnold Simmons chuckled, drawing out his words, "If you can't say it, skip lunch then, starve."
Hannah purses her lips, seriously saying, "Skipping lunch is bad for your health."
Arnold Simmons doesn't care at all, "Just this once, it won't have any effect."
