It looked like a torn corner of a draft paper, on which was written a line of delicate handwriting.
——If you don't understand the problems, you should listen to the teacher explain them.
Arnold Simmons curved his lips into a smile at the sight of the young girl's gently swaying ponytail and let out a soft chuckle.
For the latter half of the class, he truly focused on listening to the teacher explain the problems.
At noon after school, Hannah didn't rush home but sent a message to meet Arnold Simmons at a sweet shop nearby.
Lately, the study load had been heavy, and for a rare bit of lunchtime rest like this, everyone hurried home to eat and sleep, leaving the nearby sweet shop much quieter.
Hannah arrived first and ordered two ice creams.
Two minutes later, Arnold Simmons came in through the front entrance.
