Roman's POV
The next day passed in silence between us. After what had happened last night, I didn't speak much, only offering help when she needed it. Her toes were still injured, making it difficult for her to walk properly.
I bathed her again that morning and set her long hair as she sat in front of the mirror, her expression vacant and distant.
Along with comb, my fingers gently ran through her strands. Her beautiful platinum-brown hair had always been one of her defining features. Even now, despite how broken and fragile she seemed, her hair remained just as stunning. The only difference was that it had grown even longer—falling well past her waist and ends needed trimming.
"You have beautiful hair," I murmured, unable to hold back the compliment, though it was something I never dared to say in the past.
She looked at me through the mirror, her eyes heavy with disbelief, as if silently calling me a liar.
