Those beautiful memories they shared, it seems that from now on, only she will hold onto them.
The two walked hand in hand across the wide plaza, the sunset descending, pigeons flying, and a golden veil of light covered everything.
Jasmine Yale nestled beside Sylvan Cheney, and they walked slowly, enjoying the surrounding scenery as they strolled.
Ahead, there was a clock tower, and many pigeons gathered on it.
With a gust of wind, those little white angels would spread their wings and soar.
"President, what if a bunch of reporters come running again, wouldn't this seal the deal between us?" Jasmine Yale moved her hand, held by him, and said with a smile.
"I checked yesterday's surveillance, those reporters acted deliberately, and since it was intentional, it's unlikely they'll come again. Besides, I'm still the president, no one's going to corner me for weighing pros and cons, understand?"
