C71 Spear Hunting

The room was warm, but the small hands on his back were cool.

A little girl who is still not even twelve years old today, why does she seem to care so much about me as if we were fated to be together?

I grabbed onto her pair of small hands. She struggled a little, but I held her tightly in my hands. Her face was flushed red.

"Are you warm?" I lowered myself into the water