"The story is warm and the ending is happy, isn't this just a fairy tale?"
Justin Battleson spoke softly and had already turned on the hairdryer, carefully drying Charlotte Thompson's hair.
The warm breeze patted her ears as Charlotte sat obediently on the bed, looking down at the book in her hands.
However, she didn't know much Italian, and from this whole page of text, she could only make out a few sentences or words.
"What does this book talk about?"
Charlotte flipped through a few pages, then turned back to where Justin had placed his bookmark, curiously asking.
"It's about a minstrel who experienced different things in different places," Justin patiently replied.
His delicate fingers passed through Charlotte's soft hair strands, still carrying a faint fragrance, making Justin unable to let go.
Charlotte's hair was fine and silky, also well-maintained, almost like satin.
