The scene indeed was a little... well, quite chaotic.
Arnold Simmons came out of the kitchen, his hands still wet, "On your hands."
It took nearly an hour for Hannah to finally get all the window paper-cuts she bought up on the window.
Through the gaps in the bright red paper-cuts, trains chugged past outside the window, with white smoke billowing from their chimneys—the breath of life in this human world.
It was something Arnold had not felt in over a decade.
Watching the busy figure of the young girl in the living room, it was at this moment that he finally understood that he too could be someone cherished.
Although this love had come a bit late, he was still willing to protect it with all he had.
Arnold Simmons made the entire New Year's Eve dinner himself, while Hannah lit the lantern at the door and sat on the sofa waiting for him, with the slightly outdated television playing the news. The Spring Festival Gala would start a little later.
