Rubbing her temples, Clara Bennett quickly remedied the situation: "Alright, alright, if you want, next time I'll let you feel my knife dance, that's almost like seeing it yourself."
She spoke gently yet firmly, as if trying to soothe the unintentional hurt she had just caused him.
William Foster chuckled lightly, a tinge of melancholy in his voice, yet with a hint of relief: "But I can't see it."
Even though he said that, he seemed ready to embrace another way to understand her world.
Clara Bennett continued to explain: "You can feel it with your hands. Next time, I'll let you do it with my hands, then won't you be able to sense it?"
Her tone became much softer, warm like a spring breeze.
William Foster seemed quite happy, his tone involuntarily becoming cheerful: "Can I really? Thank you!"
His gratitude was sincere, and this rare understanding and care made him feel truly warm.
