Chapter 1573 - 1614: Combing Hair

The little one, while watching Jeremiah May, didn’t say much, just stared at him with her bright and clear eyes, filled with anticipation.

It seemed as though playing with him was a very important thing for her.

Important? Then what was important for him? It seemed that after his parents died, and he was brought back to this house by his uncle, nothing had been important to him anymore.

Thinking of this, Jeremiah May pressed his lips together, and finally, with a sigh, squatted down and said to the little one, "Alright, let’s play."

The little one’s face immediately broke into a smile, her clear eyes filled with happiness.

Seeing her like this, Jeremiah felt as though his mood had inexplicably improved a bit as well.

Playing with dolls it is, then. After all, there were only the two of them in this room, no outsiders to see.

Playing with dolls with the little one basically involved watching her comb the doll’s hair, braid it, pretend to feed it something, and then change its clothes. Jeremiah’s job was to cooperate by handing over props, or helping out to complete some tasks together.

Playing such a game was indeed quite boring for him, but watching her so engrossed in play, he found he had the patience to accompany her. This surprised even him.

As he watched the little one making a mess of the doll’s hair, to the point where it could only be described as "too horrible to look at," even Jeremiah, with his usually good self-control, couldn’t bear it.

So, with a wave of his hand, he took the doll from the little one’s hands, untied the braid, picked up a small comb, and started to redo the doll’s hair.

The little one exclaimed softly, then leaned in, her wide eyes fixed intently on Jeremiah’s hands.

Compared to the little one’s terrible hair styling skills, Jeremiah’s were much better. After all, even if he hadn’t been directly involved before, he had seen his parents in action. In the past, living with his parents, Jeremiah often saw his mother doing her hair and tying braids, and sometimes even his father would help. So he was somewhat familiar with how to handle basic hairstyles.

In just a moment, a simple Princess hairstyle was born in Jeremiah’s hands.

In the little one’s wide eyes was a clear expression of amazement. As Jeremiah handed the neatly combed doll back to her, she couldn’t stop expressing her wonder, "Wow... wow..."

Then she looked at him with an admiring expression, "Brother Jeremiah is amazing! The most amazing!"

Alright, facing this little one’s admiration, Jeremiah felt his vanity being somewhat satisfied.

Just as the little one was excitedly holding the doll aloft, suddenly, her expression changed, and the doll slipped from her hands to the ground.

Jeremiah paused, naturally picking up the doll, "Why did you drop the doll..." He hadn’t finished his sentence when he saw the little one trembling all over, clutching her small hands to her chest, squatting on the ground, curling up, with her little head lowered, making it hard for him to see her expression clearly.