A pair of claws clung tightly to their owner's arm, "Master, can we go down please."
Hannah pressed down on its trembling head, "What's there to be afraid of? I'm here, aren't I?"
The golden lotus closed its eyes, burying its head into its owner's bosom, its voice trembling, but still wanting to gossip, "Master, did you take a fancy to that man just now?"
Hannah didn't deny it, only saying, "He has a very beautiful pair of eyes."
She liked them.
Because she liked them, she wanted them.
The golden lotus was not convinced and deliberately said, "Perhaps once he takes off his mask, he will be hideously ugly. Master, you better not like him."
Hannah stopped talking, looking at the spot where the man had just stood.
After watching for a while, she turned to look at the couples on the bridge.
Pink bubbles were flying all over the sky; everywhere was filled with dog food.
But there was no one by her side.
Hannah was not happy.
