Joshua knew that Luther had just shared his entire life with him.
Joshua looked at Luther—he was staring straight ahead, and from Joshua's angle, he could only see the beautiful curve of his profile.
Who knew what he was thinking? His expression wasn't particularly cheerful.
"Can I braid your hair, Luther?"
Joshua's voice suddenly broke the quiet, and Luther couldn't help but flinch a little.
He turned to Joshua, only to see him smiling at him, eyes curving gently, light shimmering within them like the surface of a spring lake.
Luther felt as if something had seized his heart. He could only stare blankly at Joshua. Deep down, he knew he had been unable to escape for a long time already.
At last, he smiled softly and nodded. "Alright."
Luther felt Joshua gently gather his hair. Joshua had always loved and cherished his hair.
He had imagined countless things Joshua might say after hearing his past, but Joshua… only wanted to braid his hair.
