His lips, purple from the cold, parted as he said, "Okay."
Hannah waved at him, glancing at the pumpkin lantern in Seventeen's arms. She pursed her lips but still revealed a smile, "Bye-bye."
She waved her hand.
Seventeen watched her departing figure and finally mustered up the courage to shout, "Can I come to see you in the future?"
Hannah did not turn back but raised her hand and waved, "You can."
*
Hannah still arrived home late.
She didn't immediately open the door, instead, she stood at the doorway with her keys for a while.
Pacing back and forth with her hands behind her back.
The curtains were drawn, and she couldn't see the inside clearly, only knowing that the fireplace was still lit.
Archer was still at home.
Someone nearby heard the noise, thinking it was food arriving, but upon realizing it was Hannah, they turned and ran away.
Hannah raised her hand to greet them but had to lower it again.
She sighed and turned to look at the firmly shut door.
