Archer took the packed up trash and placed it at the doorstep.

His gaze swept over.

Seventeen quickly turned aside to hide, her hand hanging by her side tightly clenched, the back of her hand and knuckles covered in cuts.

Archer only glanced at the weather before going back inside.

There was going to be another blizzard tonight.

Inside the house.

Hannah moved her personal small chair to sit in front of the fireplace.

She was still wearing a lot of clothes.

Hat, scarf, gloves — not a single item was missing.

Her two hands were tucked together as she stared blankly at the fire. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

When Archer entered, he brought in a bit of cold air.

The cold air made the flames in the fireplace jump as if they were eager to escape at the chance.

Hannah picked up a piece of wood and threw it in.

The fire grew and the flames calmed down.

The orange glow of the fire kept flickering in the fireplace and also in Hannah’s eyes.

Archer walked over, imitating Hannah’s pose, crouched beside her, and asked her, "What are you watching?"

Hannah’s gaze did not waver, fixedly staring at the flames, "Watching the little fire fight."

Little fire?

Archer was puzzled for a moment, then turned his head to see the burning fire in the fireplace and understood.

Little fire equals fireplace.

Little fire fighting equals flickering flames.

The way children think is indeed strange.

Archer felt that the longer he stayed with Hannah, the more he couldn’t keep up with her way of thinking.

After a while, Hannah stopped watching the little fire fight, she started watching the snowflakes fight.

Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, landing on the window and quickly forming a thin layer of ice.

The weather was getting colder.

During the night, Archer was no longer sleeping in the small compartment; instead, he sat in front of the fireplace, ensuring the fire did not go out.

Hannah wasn’t asleep either, she wrapped herself in her blanket and sat next to Archer, only her round head showing.

Startled by the movement beside him, Archer’s eyes momentarily filled with rare weariness, "Aren’t you going to sleep?"

His voice was somewhat dry and hoarse.

The room was warm and very dry.

"You’re not sleeping either."

Hannah lowered her head and rubbed it against the blanket, trying to untangle her messy hair.

But it was unsuccessful, and her hair got even messier.

She turned to look at Archer sitting beside her; Archer reached out his hand to tidy her hair.

The youth was afraid of hurting her, so even his movements were very gentle.

With her back to him, Hannah couldn’t see his beautiful eyes; she could only see the swaying shadows of the trees outside the window.

Flickering softly.

"Archer, I’m going out tomorrow."

Archer’s hand, pulling at a red cord, skillfully tied Hannah’s hair.

At these words, his hands trembled and the red cord fell onto the white long-pile carpet.

"Where to?"

"To the east." Hannah lowered her head to look at her hands; the wounds on her palms had healed outside, but still hurt inside.

Archer picked up the red cord that had fallen on the carpet, "Can I come with you?"

Hannah wanted to shake her head, but since Archer was holding her hair, she could only speak directly, "No, you can’t."

Her saying that meant she had made up her mind.

Hannah was both easy to coax and a stubborn little witch.

No one could change her mind.

Archer remained silent, silently finishing tying up Hannah’s hair.

Hannah couldn’t tie her hair and didn’t have a pretty hair tie, so often she would just tie it up with a piece of string.

Eventually, Archer started to learn how to tie her hair.

At first, he was clumsy, but his hands were skillful, and after a few tries, he could tie it beautifully.