He could only let out another quiet sigh in his heart, and then—closed his eyes.
No resistance, no escape; instead he handed everything over to She, relinquishing control.
She sensed it, with a small flicker of surprise, but the courage in her fingertips surged along with it. So she stayed there more firmly, her fingertips sliding once more over his eye bags, his nose bridge, following the tall straight line of his nose down to the tip.
The biggest difference between Western noses and East noses was the nose; she remembered watching the French movie "Cyrano de Bergerac" when she was little and wondering why the French had such big noses. Even though they stood out more than East noses, she had never thought such big noses could be good-looking.
The French in front of her now, his nose was higher and straighter than East noses, but it didn't have the huge "garlic bulb" she'd worried about like Cyrano's; it was sharp and firm, just right.
