Accompanying her like this made her seem too willful.
She quickly suggested, "Our home is quite far, we should drive."
With the wind howling outside, Sylvan Cheney agreed feeling it was cold, "Let's head towards the silk tree ahead."
"Alright," Jasmine Yale immediately agreed.
The distance was neither great nor small.
Back then, Jasmine wished the road would have no end.
She stayed by his side, and he held her waist.
Everything was simple, yet her heart was throbbing, the young girl's heart silently blooming.
She really loved that peaceful stability, on snowy nights, him holding an umbrella, her leaning on him.
…
Seeing her lost in thought, Sylvan Cheney knew she was reminiscing.
"Jasy, you were more obedient back then than you are now," Sylvan's lips curved into a smile.
"I was young, and knew nothing back then," Jasmine Yale said, "Don't take it to heart if I did anything wrong."
"With me around, you can afford to forever be naive."
