"Then who do you want to accompany you?" Sylvan Cheney's hands rested on the steering wheel, his tone rather displeased.
Jasmine Yale was suddenly speechless.
Unable to converse with him, Jasmine chose to stay silent.
Throughout the journey, Sylvan Cheney muted his phone, not answering a single call.
Outside, the sky was gloomy, and the wind was rather strong.
"Jasy, do you remember the last time I accompanied you to see the snow?"
Sylvan Cheney started the conversation when Jasmine remained silent.
Previously, whenever the two of them were together, it was always Jasmine who did most of the talking, while he mostly listened.
But now, Jasmine no longer felt like talking much.
Over the past three years, he wasn't sure who had changed, him or her.
Time always carves everything into another shape.
"When was it..." Jasmine murmured, thought about it, then shook her head, "I can't remember."
She was even too lazy to think about it.
