Hidden In Your Arms Chinese Drama

Snowflakes drifted lazily down onto the little town of Evergreen, painting rooftops white and making every street lamp glow like something out of a postcard. The Christmas season was in full swing, wreaths on every door, twinkling lights strung across Main Street, and the smell of roasted chestnuts filling the air.

Claire Bennett pulled her scarf tighter around her neck as she guided her eight year old daughter, Emma, through the crowded Christmas tree lot. Emma bounced with excitement, her mittened hand clutched tightly in Claire's.

"Mom, look! That one is perfect!" Emma pointed at a tall spruce, its branches heavy with snow.

Claire laughed. "Honey, that tree is twice the size of our living room."

Emma scrunched up her nose, thinking. "Okay, maybe not that one. But we will find ours, right?"

Claire smiled, her heart warming. "Yes, sweetheart. We will find the perfect one."

Just as Emma darted toward a smaller tree, she collided with another child, a boy about ten years old, wearing a red knit hat. Both kids stumbled back, giggling.

"Sorry!" the boy said quickly.

"No worries," Emma replied, brushing snow off her coat. "I like your hat."

The boy grinned. "Thanks. I am Noah."

Claire hurried forward, about to apologize to the boy's parent, when she noticed a tall man jogging over. He had dark hair dusted with snow, a strong jawline softened by the kindest eyes she had ever seen.