He picked up the comb, gently working out the knots in her slightly messy hair. His well-defined fingers then took a section of hair to start braiding.
Blake Fuller's touch was gentle and didn't cause any discomfort to the scalp. The seriousness and focus in his eyes were as if he were dealing with a sacred ceremony.
"..."
Through the mirror, Caroline Edwin saw his every expression distinctly. Her mood eased, leading to an unprecedented serenity and tranquility.
She quietly watched him gathering her hair together. The more her hair took shape, the more familiar it seemed to her, as if she had seen it somewhere deep in her memory.
Once he was done with the neat hairstyle, Blake Fuller attentively inserted a jade hairpin, which had floral patterns sculpted onto it.
"It's done."
He tidied the loose strands of hair, his voice soft and full of tenderness as he spoke.