She smiled and said, "William's hair is so black and beautiful, just like your mother's."
She always smiled, even when she left, she smiled.
But how could she still laugh and say those words, turning around and walking away without looking back?
Seeing that he hadn't responded for a while, Cherish Turner continued, "Not even one? Then I must be the first!"
Cherish turned off the shower and got a dry towel for him to dry his hair. As she wiped his hair, she laughed and said, "William, your hair is so black and beautiful."
"Stop it!" William Griffith suddenly spoke up.
Cherish was startled by his outburst and murmured, "William..."
"I told you to stop talking!" he said sharply, leaving Cherish bewildered. Realizing his unusual behavior, he immediately calmed down. Seeing her still holding the towel, standing there staring blankly at him, he reached out and touched her face, his fingers gently brushing her cheek. "Cherish, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you..."