Today was the longest time Aries got to spend time with Abel. After he came into the study and poisoned her, Abel didn't leave. They dined together, bathe together, and now, he was combing her hair. She didn't understand it.
Why wouldn't he leave her alone? Didn't he have enough fun already? These types of questions kept hovering over her head while he was combing her hair.
Her eyes lifted, gazing at him, who was standing behind her.
"I like your hair." Abel broke his silence, combing her hair meticulously, eyes on it. "It's soothing like a greenery. How convenient to have walking greenery. I didn't need to go to the garden."
His fingertips scooped a few strands, staring at it in his palm. Her hair looked healthy and was shining even in the night. He couldn't remember meeting anyone who bore such hair color; he probably met a few and he just couldn't remember.
