บท 145: Chapter 145 - Paint Me

Belladonna wanted to say something to that, something heartwarming definitely, but she had leaned against the table, her hand slipping a little, making some of the scrolls tumble to the floor.

"I'm so sorry." She said in haste as she hurried to the floor and started picking up the scrolls that went all over the floor.

"It is alright." He said in return, picking up each other carefully, like they were precious eggs and he was afraid of breaking them.

As she picked them, curiosity got the best of her and she found herself unrolling one to check what it contained.

"My hair." She smiled, staring at the painting.

He had been right, he had just the right shade for it.

That reminded her of how his fingers always found their way to her hair. She never really gave more thought to it but now that this painting was in her hands, it felt so heartwarming to be desired like this.