Hannah started cleaning the house again like a diligent little bee.
First, she placed the mirror she had changed back onto the table by the window, then she poured water for Archer with her favorite set of teacups.
There was no fire lit in the room, but it was still very warm once the doors and windows were closed.
Candles were lit in the corners, casting a warm yellow light that made the whole room seem dreamlike.
Archer sat on the side, not looking around anymore, just sitting obediently.
Hannah lit another candle and placed it on the table.
She also poured herself a glass of water.
The water was warm and felt cozy in her hands.
Under the warm yellow light, she looked up at the young man sitting across from her.
Her gaze was straightforward.
Perhaps it was because of the candlelight, but her gaze seemed much more intense than before.
Like a child who had received a beloved toy.
She couldn't let go.
