He had very long and slender fair fingers, with well-defined hand bones, and there was a very beautiful lunule on each nail of his fingers.
She still remembered the year when he was in a coma, and she would trim his nails every week...
Those memories came flooding back, but she was not in the mood for this.
Ingrid gritted her teeth with her drooping eyes trembling slightly, and then she reached for this giant hand in front of her.
She touched his palms with hers, and somehow, her heart began to beat faster on account of this familiar temperature.
She took a deep breath, and reminded herself to stay calm.
She raised her eyes then, and smiled with relief, "If you can keep your promise, I have no reason to hate you then."
Orville stared at her smiling face, and tears blurred his eyes.
