"Sylvan Cheney, as long as you ask, I can give you anything, you saved my life..." Jasmine Yale whimpered, lying in his arms.
With her eyes closed, she had lost all her sleepiness.
"Like tonight, if you wanted me, I wouldn't refuse."
Sylvan Cheney's brow furrowed, his slender fingers gently stroking her cheek.
"Jasy." His eyes were tinged with indifference, "Do you know that there is a kind of warmth called 'relying on each other for life'?"
Similar to when he found her and brought her home, simply because at that moment he saw her, the world seemed warm.
From then on, two similar people relied on each other for life.
As if a half circle found another half, locking together, neither could leave the other.
Jasmine Yale lay in his arms, her little hands tightly clutching his pajamas, silent.
Seeing her silent for a long time, Sylvan Cheney ruffled her hair,"Go to sleep."
If she didn't understand, that's okay.
There were many things she didn't need to understand.
