Walking down a path, for a very long distance, for a very long time.
Jasmine Yale was so engrossed that she didn't even think of turning back.
It was Sylvan Cheney who stopped for a moment and with his thin lips slightly opening, he said, "It's late. We should head back home."
Jasmine Yale turned around to look and realized how far they had walked.
She didn't feel the cold at all.
Suddenly, Jasmine threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist and pouted, "I can't walk anymore."
"Then I'll just leave you here."
"You can't. Would you really bear to leave me here? What if someone as bad as you comes along and kidnaps me?"
"Are you sure there would be anyone else who'd want you besides me?"
"…" Jasmine was annoyed, and bit him, "If I say I can't walk, I can't walk."
Sylvan looked at her resignedly, and as he lowered his gaze, the profound and deep light of his eyes fell on her cheeks.
Jasmine also looked up at him.
