In the once cold and desolate world of his, a streak of red suddenly barged in.
The young girl carried a bright red lantern, held paper cutouts and couplets in her hands, and together with her radiant smile, adorned his entire world.
In that instant, it felt as if the darkness of the past ten-plus years of his life wasn't so terrifying anymore.
...
Hannah came out of the bathroom, her feet in slippers stepping on the rug at the doorway a few times before darting off to the living room.
Arnold Simmons was tidying up the things they had just bought, organizing even the snacks Hannah liked and neatly placing them to the side, from left to right, large to small.
Hearing the noise, he turned his head just in time to see Hannah leaning against the door, watching him. Her hair was still wet, her small face was veiled in mist, her cheeks faintly flushed, and her lips were moist, with a rosy hue.
