Sylvia's hands were cold. I frowned and clasped her palm tightly, hoping the warmth of my skin would seep into her body and make her feel better. She didn't know how to take care of herself. The wind was strong outside, but she was only wearing a thin coat.
She was lowering her head the entire time, like a scared turtle, ready to retreat to its shell at any time. Looking at her fluffy head, I felt a little helpless. 'Why was she so afraid of me?' She didn't even dare to look me in the eye.