Unprecedentedly, she saw Sylvan Cheney waiting for her outside her bedroom window.
"How...how are you in my room?" Jasmine Yale's eyes widened in surprise.
She rubbed her backpack straps with both hands, showing a mix of surprise and confusion.
He rarely appeared in her room in the evening.
To some extent, he did so to avoid unnecessary suspicion.
Upon hearing her voice, Sylvan Cheney turned his head, the loneliness and grandeur radiating off his slender figure were unique and outstanding.
Even though he was wearing the most ordinary strap robe, it couldn't hide his elegance.
He stood by the window, she stood by the door.
She was still wearing what she had on in the morning, a white school uniform, with two pigtails in her hair.
"I was a bit extreme this morning, don't take it to heart," Sylvan Cheney began, sounding rather indifferent.
So that was it... Jasmine Yale rolled her eyes, the sparkle in her eyes flickering. Her rosy lips curved slightly upward.
