Jasmine Yale walked slowly, looking down at their shadows, and said with a smile, "Sylvan, will you always be good to me?"
"Why did you suddenly ask this?"
"Nothing much, just thought of it, so I asked. You can't leave me alone again. I would be scared, really scared."
"I won't leave you."
"Okay." Jasmine Yale smiled contentedly, her fingers unconsciously tightening around him.
She didn't want to let go.
She still remembers when she let go of his hand in the icy river, he disappeared.
The turbulent water, dark night, he just vanished in front of her, that kind of panic and fear has always been deeply buried in her heart.
She had been shot, bled, and was forced to kneel before a grave by Spencer Childe, yet she never despaired, because she was waiting for him to come.
But in the river, after he disappeared, she truly understood what despair is.
At this moment, under the sunset, the evening breeze brushed against her, this autumn day gave her a beautiful feeling.
